Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The False Prophet

False prophets are sent by Satan to mislead people; to derail them from the path of righteousness where God calls them to constantly walk on. Well, Mr. Horned One will not be happy with my first job as a false prophet.

“All I say is thanks to the God…” said Manny stupidly when he was interviewed after winning his third match with the humbled Erik Morales, “Erik is big to me…” Get an interpreter or an English tutor, imbecile!

One of the Filipino commentators during a television coverage of their fight remarked that it was “a proud moment to be a Filipino.” Yes it was a proud moment for me too. But there is just a little pride in that ‘coz I find that same moment to be embarrassing too - more embarrassing actually. Imagine the Para sa ‘yo song was played for the entire coliseum to hear while Manny was approaching the ring. Sin verguenza! Erik Morales must’ve been giggling while he was listening to that. I remember El Terible commenting in an interview with Diane Castillejo that Manny’s singing was terible [as in Spanish for ‘terrible’]. Erik even mimicked Manny’s singing voice and it was hilarious! Erik sounded like a ghost saying “Ooooohooohoh,” or an old dog howling with a low tone after being hit by a baseball bat. It is really terrible… and terrifying… and embarrassing, at least for some people like me. Some Filipinos are Pacman-fanatic, considering Manny as a great singer. I have cotton buds at home for cleaning your ears, mga bingengat kayo! I remember Manny in a show being interviewed about his then upcoming concert. He joked, saying something like, “Baka mawawalan na ng audience ang ibang banda [Other bands may lose their audience].” The nerve of him, telling that joke! It wasn’t even a joke. A joke has a grain of truth in it. That wasn't a joke - it's an absolute lie! It’s blasphemy! A sacrilege of Truth! Crucify him!

But it’s too late. He won the fight. More will be deafened, corrupted by his crappy singing. And his new mansion will have a recording studio! This will be the shrine where he will inject subliminal messages in his songs – subliminal messages saying “Manny is f**king gorgeous! Manny is the greatest singer. He’s even greater than Sarah Geronimo. Let’s demand that he will sing the national anthem himself in all his coming matches. He is the greatest! Oh Manny, f**k me! Give me a bastard child like what you did to your mistress!”
In conclusion, Manny, I would like to thank you for winning this fight. You make me proud. *a trembling smile forms on my face*

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Idle Hands Are a Devil's Workshop

I noticed that lately I have been slutty - I mean SLOTH-y with everything, from my academic life to even the mundane activities, like blogging. At last, now I have finally picked the enthusiasm up for posting another set of musings, for now. But still, I feel my hands are idle. Hmmm... But where's the Devil? I don't see him anywhere in my hands... Oh my God! Maybe I am the Devil! *LOL*

OK, I have to update about the thesis proposal. My last post about this was like ancient! BlueVoice is a great concept, yes. But guess what happened? I apostatized it and transferred to another where I think I can work better. Surprise! Right after that conversion, I did not even bother to blog about it. I mean, it's like a significant, not to mention risky, decision in my unstable university life. I guess I was lazy to blog then. The change was not about what was the better, safer thesis. It's all about where I can work better and with more enthusiasm. The second semester of my hopefully last year in college, which means the hopefully very last semester in college, has finally started just last week. I and my new groupmates should be working on programming the application. But so far, as far as I know, we are in the process of hunting down the three proposal panelists for their coveted signatures for approval. I did hear from one of my groupmates that she's learning Flash. I should be learning that too along with Visual Basic and OpenGL for backup.

So much to do but I am still not motivated. Get out of my hands, Devil!