Enough of the hustles and bustles of city life. Enough of the noise made by people around us. Enough of the worries, enough of the problems. Enough.
If this isn’t emo enough for you, honestly, I don’t know what is
Sometimes, everything takes its toll on you. You take in everything, and suddenly you break loose. Like a walis ting-ting suddenly freed from its captor string. One moment it was bound, the next thing you know everything falls apart.
The last thing the UP Community needs right now is a thoughtless, hasty generalization. And today, it comes in the form of an editorial cartoon:
Photo taken from Inquirer.net
(The New Oblation: UP’s Culture of Violence)
Sure, some of you will say we deserve it. Some of you will even say it’s true. And fine, I agree with you. Our culture of violence has really defined our university. The endless hazing, frat wars and deaths in UP has risen in gigantic proportions.
Fine. May I remind that I am not to be kidded around with. But this has got to be one of the most, uh, what’s the word? Pathetic? Digusting? Ambitious? For the second time I’m at a loss for words. Nothing can do justice to this madness!
Maybe Tessa Prieto counts as an appropriate description? Gaahh! Just watch.
It’s a show with an apparent Identity Crisis. Is it a talent search? A performance show? Or a comedy sitcom? Looks like it’s all rolled into one…big pile of mess!
I’ve heard of balladeers. I’ve heard of divas (not of the Malu kind). I’ve heard of rock stars. But I have not heard of a Tessa Prieto-Valdez. No, not at all.
I was actually expecting her to give a wonderful performance that night, but the moment she opened her mouth, I skidded around the sofa looking for the damn remote control, already panicking because I couldn’t bear to hear the shrill tone of her voice determined to kill a koala a gazillion miles away.
Without waiting for the other contestants to do their thing on stage, I switched to another channel. Brrr. Gave me the creeps.
I was quite frustrated to see yet another article about elitist lifestyle. Somehow somewhere I expected a tinge of a statement about the issue, but there were none.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there’s been a video circulating around the web alleging noontime show host Willie Revillame of supposed rigging of a new segment of his show.
Here’s the clip of the video for all of you to see:
The first time I saw the video, I immediately concluded that, yes, there was some form of cheating that happened here. Judging by what happened, it looks like something went wrong and a cover-up took place.
Due to my stupidity carelessness, I managed to produce myself a wound once again. I’m so childish. No wait, it’s more of like a bruise, a pasa if you may. How did I get it?
It was during bowling class. No, I didn’t accidentally drop the ball in my finger, because hello, that would be close to impossible unless I go walking around using my bare hands.
It was the gutter’s fault! Yeah, go blame something else for your stupidity, that’s real mature. And something that can’t defend itself at that! Ha!
I was about to get a ball from the gutter, to get ready for my next shot. However, I was impatient enough to not wait for all the balls to roll in. When Ball #2 arrived in the gutter, I picked it up at once. But lo and behold, Ball #3 got jealous because he wanted to be picked up first, so it quickened its pace and just when I was about to pick up Ball #2, BAM! Ball#3 squished my dear little finger right between it and Ball #2.