Meet . . .
Meet the budding Atheist.
Four feet of trouble waiting to happen. Hyperactive and all too inquisitive, this kid will jump up and down asking you a never ending string of questions.
one of the many incidents :
(told in actual words used)
kid: Ate Sam, Ate Sam, Ate Sam! How did Jesus make all those bread and fish so plenty?
me: It was a miracle
kid: How do you make miracles?
me: You can't make miracles. Only holy people can make miracles.
kid: Why can't I make miracles if I'm a good boy?
me: Because the bible says so. (lack of anything better to answer)
kid: Where?
me: Basta, its there.
kid: How does Jesus make miracles if he doesn't use magic?
My daddy says theres no such thing as magic.
me: God gives him special powers.
kid: so Spiderman is like Jesus?
me: No. Jesus was sent by God to save us.
kid: Who sent Spiderman?
me: *argh* Go ask your dad when you get home. (*thinking: they don't pay me to this shit*)
Meet Professor Mohawk
Hardcore. One evening as I was bumming at Tomato Kick with a friend, I spotted a fellow donning a real Mohawk (not something you see everyday). I said, "Waz!" and then I moved on with my life. Or at least I thought I did. The next day I walk into the CS Auditorium for class and to my surprise, there he was in all his Mohawk glory. As it turns out, Mohawk dude is actually none other than the infamous Rolando Tolentino (the great writer, film director, and professor) and was to be our lecturer for that day. It was really interesting, so interesting that I just had to ask questions. Apart from the last two slides implying 'everyone-who-isn’t-an-activist-is-an-apathetic-fuck’, I actually loved the lecture.
P.S. I'm sorry Prof. Tolentino, as much as I think that you're great and all, I just can't agree that everyone that works for MNCs are petit bourgeois and all MNCs are evil neo-colonists. Nor do I think that all entrepreneurs and all NGOs are exempt from such a category, they can be just as petit bourgeois as the next guy. Still really loved your lecture though.
Meet my, uhm, activist friend
Because I fear for my life and I don't want anyone to start throwing eggs and mud at me, I will let him/her remain anonymous and just refer to him/her as my activist friend. Don't get me wrong, I think its great that he/she is for change and all that, I too would like progressive change for the Philippines but I just chose to pursue it in a different manner. I really just don't appreciate it when someone floods my phone inbox with all those messages. Sending me the same message 5 times isn't going to change my comprehension of the message nor is it going to make me suddenly take to the streets. It just gets very very annoying. To top that of he/she sends them at the most inappropriate times (hello? 1 am?). The worst incident would have to be when he/she sent me around 20 messages one after the other (4 variations sent 5 times each) leaving my phone beeping every 20 seconds. I don't think anyone can blame me if I curse the day that he/she got a hold of my number.
Meet my new knickers
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute. With statements like 'On the Naughty List', 'Punk Diva', 'I'm not doing my homework tonight', and 'Dear Santa . . . Define Good', plus cute colors and cuts, these knickers are absolute must haves. Plus the price tag says 3 for $10.50, an absolute steal.
Four feet of trouble waiting to happen. Hyperactive and all too inquisitive, this kid will jump up and down asking you a never ending string of questions.
one of the many incidents :
(told in actual words used)
kid: Ate Sam, Ate Sam, Ate Sam! How did Jesus make all those bread and fish so plenty?
me: It was a miracle
kid: How do you make miracles?
me: You can't make miracles. Only holy people can make miracles.
kid: Why can't I make miracles if I'm a good boy?
me: Because the bible says so. (lack of anything better to answer)
kid: Where?
me: Basta, its there.
kid: How does Jesus make miracles if he doesn't use magic?
My daddy says theres no such thing as magic.
me: God gives him special powers.
kid: so Spiderman is like Jesus?
me: No. Jesus was sent by God to save us.
kid: Who sent Spiderman?
me: *argh* Go ask your dad when you get home. (*thinking: they don't pay me to this shit*)
Meet Professor Mohawk
Hardcore. One evening as I was bumming at Tomato Kick with a friend, I spotted a fellow donning a real Mohawk (not something you see everyday). I said, "Waz!" and then I moved on with my life. Or at least I thought I did. The next day I walk into the CS Auditorium for class and to my surprise, there he was in all his Mohawk glory. As it turns out, Mohawk dude is actually none other than the infamous Rolando Tolentino (the great writer, film director, and professor) and was to be our lecturer for that day. It was really interesting, so interesting that I just had to ask questions. Apart from the last two slides implying 'everyone-who-isn’t-an-activist-is-an-apathetic-fuck’, I actually loved the lecture.
P.S. I'm sorry Prof. Tolentino, as much as I think that you're great and all, I just can't agree that everyone that works for MNCs are petit bourgeois and all MNCs are evil neo-colonists. Nor do I think that all entrepreneurs and all NGOs are exempt from such a category, they can be just as petit bourgeois as the next guy. Still really loved your lecture though.
Meet my, uhm, activist friend
Because I fear for my life and I don't want anyone to start throwing eggs and mud at me, I will let him/her remain anonymous and just refer to him/her as my activist friend. Don't get me wrong, I think its great that he/she is for change and all that, I too would like progressive change for the Philippines but I just chose to pursue it in a different manner. I really just don't appreciate it when someone floods my phone inbox with all those messages. Sending me the same message 5 times isn't going to change my comprehension of the message nor is it going to make me suddenly take to the streets. It just gets very very annoying. To top that of he/she sends them at the most inappropriate times (hello? 1 am?). The worst incident would have to be when he/she sent me around 20 messages one after the other (4 variations sent 5 times each) leaving my phone beeping every 20 seconds. I don't think anyone can blame me if I curse the day that he/she got a hold of my number.
Meet my new knickers
Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute. With statements like 'On the Naughty List', 'Punk Diva', 'I'm not doing my homework tonight', and 'Dear Santa . . . Define Good', plus cute colors and cuts, these knickers are absolute must haves. Plus the price tag says 3 for $10.50, an absolute steal.