Remember those "Ugly Americans" who ate at Jollibee in Eagle Rock, LA? The author of the article, Pamie, apparently received a lot of emails because of her article and her forum has also been spammed by Filipinos who got "insulted" the way Pamie and Co. treated our food. American Barbarians, that's what Mike described them on themediaslut Blog.
I really don't care if they don't like what they've eaten, because those food where made for us Filipino, but telling her readers how they've been disguted with Jollibee's food and our own Kare-Kare (peanut butter soup according to them) is unacceptable.
The fact that more than a million people eat Jollibee's food and Kare-Kare is enough proof that these foods tastes good and would never make you ill. They made it all look like we're eating shit. And what's with the GOOO thing with our burgers?
"It's like Wendy's took all the goo that comes out of their burgers when they're done cooking them, pressed that down into a mold, froze it in a patty shape, and exported it to the Philippines, where they put it between some bread, put pink sauce on it and sent it back here."
They think we eat trash. Nice. Here's her follow-up article on their Jollibee "experience". She's proud the way she has written.. Proud? ulul.
Hi. I know some of you read this at work and would get in trouble for severe language, so don't click the little "continue reading" after this sentence if you're in ("urine!") that kind of situation. I'm just going to post an email with some uniquely adult language.
Before I do, I should mention that I've been getting lots of nice email about Jollibee, its place in Filipino culture, why it's better than McDonald's (or McDo, as I've learned), and why it tasted so damn sweet. In fact, I've learned so much about the Philippines over the past week (including why I should be happy I didn't have to try dinuguan or balut), that I'm really glad I had my Jollibee experience and wrote about it the way I did. Especially when I woke up this morning to find the following:
Subject: Hi you ignorant bitch i dare you to open me!! Hey bitch cocksucking idiot did you know jollibee was the only local company that trashed Mc Do...putang ina mo BOBO....you obviously lack class and think of us filipinos as dirty half naked natives....well FYI at least we take a bathe thrice a day while you fucking bathe only when you cant take the crust forming on your CUNTS....at least you could have shown some respect but being an american you think the world is your doormat.....well anyway fuck you and eat your motherfucking red eye gravy........JOLLIBEE FUCKED YOUR MOM...9 months Later you were born.....SO Shove MC DO and wendys up your ass......Your just angry because you lost your jobs when companies outsourced here in the PHILIppines!!!!!! gaga gago lintian ka....... You have a bounty on your head bitch....and you closely resemble my dog who's butt fucking ugly!!!!! and PAMIE is a really ugly name...ill name my next TURD in your honor....
"Jollibee fucked your mom" is my new favorite insult in the world.
Well, the entire thing was meant to be an adventure in my backyard, as the Jollibee is about a mile from my house. And sure, I've exaggerated. You can tell by the pictures that nobody's looking at us. It's not like we Johnny Knoxvilled over there, Steve-O'ed creamy macaroni soup and then vomited all over the table. We ate a few bites out of curiosity, and then were disappointed to find we hadn't discovered our favorite new fast food joint.
Laura and I were talking about this the other day. "You're just like me," she said. "When you see a place that most people would go, 'What? What is that? I don't want to try that.' You go, 'But what if ox-tail soup in a peanut butter pot is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life, and I don't know it? What if it's my favorite food, and I've never tried it and all that's stopping me is being a little scared of the fact that I can see a meat bone in some peanut butter?'"
"That's exactly what I think," I said. "I used to think I didn't like fish. Because my mother told me I didn't like fish. I hadn't eaten fish. Once I tried it, being nice at stee's mom's house, I found out I love fish. I also didn't know I liked sushi, Indian food, or Vietnamese food."
"So why wouldn't you think Jollibee was going to have the best cheeseburger in Eagle Rock? Look at the line outside!"
"That's what I'm saying. And if I liked bananas in my ketchup, then Jollibee would have been the best cheeseburger in Eagle Rock."
I went on to tell her about the history of Jollibee, and why it's more popular than McDo over there.
"You have really learned a lot about your neighborhood."
"I got an email from someone telling me that the next time I fly into her country, eat her food and leave, she'll kick my ass."
"She thought you went to Manila--"
"--to buy some folders."
"Yes. She thought you flew there, ate at a Jollibee with your friends, and then flew home?"
"To which I say: 'Thanks for reading. Your comprehension skills are amazing.'"
Tonight we're going to a raw food restaurant. Look out, veggies. I might just bring my camera again.
Do you think vegan hate mail will talk about my cunt? My glorious, free-range, semi-bathed cunt?
[You can learn everything you ever might need to know about Jollibee over at the forum.]
Posted by pamie at 08:35 AM
I can't help it so I took a picture of our dinner last night. It's an Ox Tail Peanut Butter Soup....... Hahahahaha!...... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!...... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! .... AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADYSO&DT *(S RF^* R(%ET(@@!... Ok, it's Kare-Kare :P
Oh wait, here's more WENDY'S GOO... Double YumBurgers:
I can't believe what I've been through today. I've been through CD-R King's 3 branches: Quiapo, SM Manila, and Gateway -- JUST FOR THEIR 256MB RS-DV MMC but instead ending up in SM North EDSA... a few meters away from our home -_-
This' the first time I've ridden LRT-1, LRT-2 and MRT3 in a span of 2 hours -_- I've finally bought the MMC at SM North since none of the CD-R King's branches have stocks. I'm now in the process of backing up my Nokia 6600... finally... bigger memory for my apps and games! More pictures too ^_^
BTW, I saw this family at SM Manila... they're all wearing red... Kung Hei Fat Choi? Hehehehe.
Jollibee... ahhh.. it brings a lot of childhood memories back. I never grew tired of eating their spaghetti and the delicious Yum Burgers. I remembered collecting Jollibee's kiddie merchandise, and since my favorite Jollibee mascot was Mr. Yum... My plate, spoon, fork, lunchbox, tshirt, toys were all Jollibee's with Mr. Yum on print.
Now, after 23 yrs of my existence, a group of Americuns tried Jollibee... And here's what they have to say (and it's not nice):
January 14, 2006
Open Up and Say Yumburger.
You win, Jollibee.
You win.
"Ugly American." That's someone who can't step foot into a room that's slightly different without being filled with slack-jawed awe, all lifted eyebrows and rolling tongue, shocked and gasping at everything that looks slightly different from normal.
I don't think of myself as an Ugly American. I wouldn't have, anyway. I have no real basis for deciding this, other than thinking I'm a good person. I can't imagine a way that I would have thought of myself as someone who gasps and shrieks and becomes terrified at --
Look, one night Laura House and I ate at a place called The Original Fiesta Barrio of Manila. (Or, as I just found it's actually called: Barrio Fiesta.) They gave us Ox-Tail in a Peanut Butter Soup Pot. And we ate it. We were nervous, and it tasted like peanut butter beef, which... isn't something I want to put in my mouth. (Two girls with Texas educations that we were, my favorite part about our experience was when we wandered in pondering, "Where is Manila?" "I don't know, but they make awesome folders.") Anyway, the point is, we were at this crazy restaurant that night, Laura and I, bragging that we'll try anything once and don't get squeamish. Our server, who was awesome, brought a variety of foods to us, ranging from "something that will scare you" to "something I'm sure you'll both eat." And then he gave us long lollipops with tiny, sugary stars on top. Yay!
One night at a sushi restaurant I was served something that looked like cat food and tasted exactly like cat food. But I tried it. Twice. Then -- luckily -- Jeff, who had ordered it, took a bite and immediately told me it was horrible and pushed it away. I still don't know what it was because I asked him never to tell me.
There's a place in Koreatown called Soju Town. It's near the Wiltern. I've eaten there more than once, even though it's the strangest meal. Scrambled eggs and beer and some kind of Waldorf salad with sweet pickles and I never know what order to eat anything, but I eat it. And I don't freak out.
But Jollibee. Holy shit, y'all. Jollibee.
stee had to go car shopping, so he almost didn't come with us, but curiosity got the better of him. stee is a guy who doesn't eat red meat, hates most vegetables, and finds calamari to be the most disgusting thing one could voluntarily eat. He doesn't like spicy food, food in a color he doesn't recognize, or food that smells "weird." He isn't the most adventurous eater, is what I'm saying.
This means stee got to about the doorway before he decided he wasn't going to touch a bite of "Crispylicous, Juicylicious" Jollibee.
(Can I just say here I know that some of you who read this site live in the Philippines, because I get email from you. I can't believe not one of you wrote to say, "Hey, dude. You're making a mistake.")
It's not the easiest thing in the world, deciding what to eat at Jollibee. Luckily there was a line. We watched families file in to order spaghetti, fried chicken and cheeseburgers. The "Palabok Fiesta" platter seemed the most adventurous, with hard-boiled eggs, shrimp, pork, noodles and some kind of brown sauce. Jeez, when I put it like that, you'd think it was combination chow mein.
Hey. Guess what?
It's not.
We came up with a plan. Each of us would order something adventurous (but not as adventurous as the Burger Steak) and if everything we ordered was terrible we'd come back and order the one-dollar Yumburger. Couldn't go wrong.
We were wrong.
I ordered the spaghetti and fried chicken meal with a banana langka pie and headed back to a table. Stee followed.
"Holy cow, that stuff smells funny," he said. "Can I look at it?"
I got all superior here and scolded, "You are going to have to be a little cooler, okay? Everybody else here is eating the food and enjoying themselves. We can't be complete assholes. How are we ever going to be able to travel?"
stee didn't seem to hear me, because he was staring at the spaghetti. "Don't eat that. Oh, look at that! Dude. There's hot dogs in your spaghetti. And cheddar cheese. And chunks of... what is that?"
I felt my stomach wiggle, just a little. "Ham."
"Ham!"
Ken and Ty joined us. "Okay, we're all going to open everything at the same time."
It was quite some time before anybody had a first bite. The only thing that looked like something we'd normally eat was the fried chicken, but once I pulled into it I saw that the meat was a pale brown, kind of tan color, and inside of the tan were the scary streaks of purple you never want to see in a meat that can make you quite ill when even your talented mom cooks it slightly incorrectly.
The Fiesta that Ken ordered had the smallest shrimp peppered on top of this pile of sauce and crumbled pork that had a top layer of something crunchy Ken called "breadcrumbs." The hard-boiled eggs were imposing and scary. It took a very long time before anybody would not stop him from trying the food. [Dude. Ken! I just found out they're crumbled pork rinds.]
"What are you supposed to do with that lemon juice packet?" I asked.
"I don't know," Ken admitted. "I fear it's to put on top of the food."
"Even the eggs?"
"Oh, God."
My spaghetti tasted like Spaghetti-O's. You know those hot dogs? That's what's in there.
stee wasn't eating anything, his cameraphone out. He snapped pictures, pointed and asked a lot of questions. To be fair, he did the same thing when we were in Louisiana, trying something called Boudin Balls. (Don't know what that is? You can click this link, but beware: it's got the words "dip balls" and "butt chunks," so you may never stop giggling.)
We became such Ugly Americans because this food was so beyond anything we could have guessed it would be. We couldn't stop. We were embarrassing ourselves and still couldn't stop. Every bite was another shock.
"This all tastes exactly like school cafeteria food."
Meanwhile, Ty was staring at her Yumburger. "This isn't something we can eat," she says. "There's a pink...sauce... and it's pink?"
I tried being positive. "Do you think it's still Thousand Island dressing?"
She put the burger in her mouth and then instantly winced. "No."
"What's it like?"
She shook her head slowly, sadly. She whispered just one word to describe the taste of her cheeseburger: "Sweet."
"It's like Wendy's took all the goo that comes out of their burgers when they're done cooking them, pressed that down into a mold, froze it in a patty shape, and exported it to the Philippines, where they put it between some bread, put pink sauce on it and sent it back here."
Ty bought a Pearl Cooler (you may know this as Boba Tea), in a flavor called "Ube." Now, I hate Boba Tea. I can't handle drinking something cold and then suddenly a ball of gelatin flies into my mouth through this big, honking straw. It's not right, I tell you. It's not right.
Anyway, this thing was purple with little black "bubbles" at the bottom.
"It's supposed to be coconut," Ken said. "I asked if it was grape flavored, because of the purple, but that was apparently a dumb question. It's chocolate and coconut, they said. The guy was really nice about it. He promised us we'd like it."
Ty took a sip, got hit with a bubble, and recoiled in horror.
"I told you," I said.
"What's wrong?" Ken asked.
"Gelatin!" she said, after finding a way to swallow the syrup pebble whole. "I was just drinking and then gelatin flew into my mouth."
"What's it like?" Ken asked.
There's a pause right before Ty and I said at the exact same time: "Terrifying."
Ken tried it, only to discover he couldn't handle the bubble either. We were now not even hiding the fact that this was an experiment gone horribly wrong. We took pictures. We discreetly deposited half-eaten food into napkins.
The last straw, for me, was the banana langka pie. It doesn't taste like banana, nor pie. It tastes like burned pineapple butter on stale bread crust. With some kind of membrane in it.
"New plan. We are going to go somewhere else for lunch."
"Yay!"
stee left to find a car.
As we exited the mall, Ken said, "Do you guys feel like we somehow went to another country, made fun of everybody, and then took off?"
"Absolutely," I said. "I don't like feeling this way."
"If you had told me yesterday that I'm the kind of person who can't hold my shit together at a place like that, I would have been offended."
"Yeah. Hey, I don't feel good. And I mean in my stomach. And my head?"
"Oh, my God. I feel so weird right now. I can still taste everything, but like... in my brain."
"I wanted to shout, 'Stop eating this! What are you doing to yourselves?'"
"I just wanted to stop the children from eating it."
We went to the French place down the street. They were once again all out of the spinach quiche I've tried three different times to order, it took an hour for our food to arrive, and then another half hour to get the check.
It was awesome.
While we ate our sandwiches and drank strong coffee, we continued feeling guilty.
Pam: You know, if I were at Taco Bell, and a group of Filipino girls came in, sat down next to me with a tray filled with shit, and started screeching and taking pictures? I'd be like, "I know! And we still eat it! It's called a 'Chalupa,' and we still put it in our mouths!"
Ken: It's true. Fast food is nasty, no matter what country.
Pam: Think of a corn dog. Or the McRib! How gross is the entire concept of Long John Silver's? And have you ever eaten at a Waffle House? People from other countries must be constantly disgusted by what we'll eat, three for a dollar.
Ken: But I do like my food to taste like the color it comes in. Purple things should be grape. Not coconut. And it came in a purple powder. We saw her make it.
Ty: A purple powder in some water with those black pellets.
Pam: Hot chocolate is a powder in water. And brown.
Ty: But it's comforting! And feels like home! And... and...
Pam: We just call purple "grape." It doesn't taste like a grape at all. If those same Filipino girls put a watermelon lollipop in their mouths and start weeping because it tastes nothing like watermelon, but instead like a ball of sugar --
Ken: I'd be sucking on my watermelon lollipop, going up to them all, "What up? That's what I call watermelon, ladies. You got a problem?"
Pam: That's the thing. Everybody there knew we were freaking out, and they just patiently tolerated us being Ugly Americans. Which just makes us even uglier.
Ken: I have learned something about myself today. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's something.
Pam: Yeah. I'm really disappointed in myself right now.
Ty: What did you think was going to happen? We brought three cameras.
Pam: I know. I know.
Ken: Oh, shit. Look at the receipt. If we had bought three meals instead of two? We would have gotten a free gym bag.
Pam: We're never going back there.
On the way back to my house I stopped at a red light, at the left hand turn. A group of war protesters were in front of us, asking us to honk for peace.
Suddenly the car that passed us tried to screech to a stop, but smashed into the large car that was turning into its lane.
"Oh, shit." "Should we stop?" "I saw it. Did you see it?" "I saw it." "Do they look okay?" "I don't know. Oh, that guy looks mad." "I'm stopping the car. I'm sorry, you guys. I'm now getting you involved in--" "We have to stop. We saw the whole thing." "Will this make us less of assholes, if we stop and leave our information?" "I think it will slightly redeem our Jollibee behavior." "Okay, then I'm definitely stopping." "That's what I'm saying."
It's a good thing we did, because people were yelling and others were crying, and the cops said they wouldn't come because nobody was hurt. We found other witnesses, and I took some pictures and waited for the crying woman's mother to arrive.
As we stood there in the middle of Colorado Boulevard, glass everywhere, the people driving past us would honk, and every other person shouted, "Get out of the fucking street!"
There was clearly an accident, where two cars got smashed up -- one pretty badly -- and one woman was in tears.
Ty shook her head. "Eagle Rock is mean," she said.
"I'm really sorry," I said. "From the food to the screaming strangers, I..."
"I have had a really good time."
"Yeah, this was the weirdest fun time."
"Let's never do it again."
"I'm glad we packed a year's worth of memories into two hours."
"It's pretty impressive."
"I kind of still smell like Jollibee."
"Yeah. I have to go home and puke now."
"I understand. See you when we have to go to court."
I've tried to visit her site again but it seems my ISP's IP address has been blocked. Andrew can still view her site and forums though. Last night, her forum has been invaded by angry Filipinos who were pissed by their actions... Hey! Jollibee's foods are far better than a school cafeteria food.
And as for the Wendy's goo being exported here, that's way way below the belt. At least we're not chewing "condom" gums... we export used condoms to the States y'know so you could mold them into chewing gums...
I'm joining the "Apple of My i" contest which has a grandprize of an Apple iBook!! No need to ask for donations if I win! hahaha! Participants may submit unlimited number of picture entries showcasing the love of Apple products. I'm open for ideas :D :D
Deadline of entries is on Feb 5... *Computer end log*
I've recieved a call from PLDT about their PLDT DSL Plan999. The guy asked me if we're using internet and I gladly said yes. He then started telling me how good their DSL Plan 999 is and its blazing 384kbps speed. I then said that we're already on Destiny Cable Internet and I'm currently maxed at 4Mbps and then I asked him if they have a similar promo for a 4Mbps connection. He said the closest plan was 1.5Mbps and it's priced at P3000!
PLDT has been aggressively telling people to subscribe to their DSL and slapping them with their "promo" price. But in the end, subscribers would face a 1 yr lock-in period with a lousy to no customer support at all. Good luck to those prospect subscribers! *smirk* *Computer end log*
If not for Mike Abundo's post, I wouldn't have seen this n00bish stupidity.
A local freelance writer, Peachy Limpin, of Manila Bulletin has been beaten (virtually) by tech bloggers and readers for her tech article, Internet 101, on the local broadsheet. I am really surprised how her article passed the scrutiny of MB's tech news editor. Here's the complete article:
Internet Security 101
My PLDT’s DSL connection was installed just as I predicted in Monday’s column. Technicians from PLDT gave me a call first to confirm whether I already had a LAN card installed in my PC and when I said yes, they arrived within 30 minutes, and installed the splitter and the switch.
Installation of the hardware took no more than 15 minutes although one of the technicians had a hard time reaching for the socket. Seeing him all red in the face from exertion, I gave him a hand while kidding him that he should try to lose some inches off his waist.
When that was over, another technician turned on the switch and I was told to turn on the computer. A third technician guided me through the connection process and in less than five minutes I was already connected to the Internet. It was that easy and the connection speed was at 100Mbps! (I couldn’t contain my happiness because I got used to 54 kbps with dial up). And as if on cue, my hubby called while I was connected to Internet though he had no idea that installation was going on; proof of myDSL’s convenience - a single phone line for voice and data.
But as fast as the connection came a deluge of pop-ups opened one after another that left me overwhelmed. As soon as I got connected to the Internet no less than six browser windows opened and one file automatically downloaded.
I tried stopping the download but there was nothing I could do about it. After the download, a Windows Media Player Update screen appeared and prompted me to finish the update, which I did and was happy to get it over with.
However, I don’t remember closing the rest of the browsers it but they just simply disappeared from the screen.
And then the unexpected happened. I could no longer launch the browsers – both IE and Firefox. I tried Firefox first but the security prompt kept on appearing informing me there was an error in Firefox and that I had the option to send an error report to Mozilla to which I agreed. Another screen appeared displaying the progress of the report. Alarm bells rang when I saw the report Firefox generated: browser crash.
The same thing happened when I tried launching IE. An error prompt also appeared but I chose not to send it Microsoft. When I checked on the details of the error, it had something to do with an .exe file.
I couldn’t determine what was exactly wrong with the browsers but definitely it had nothing to do with the Internet connection because my Yahoo Messenger was connected the whole time. Come to think of it, I do not recall having the same problems when I was still using dial-up.
Anyway, my intuition was telling me that the crash must have been connected with the earlier pop-ups so I went to the Control Panel and surveyed all the programs available. And to my surprise, I saw several applications which I knew were not there before and I knew I did not download. I removed all the applications I did not need referring to the dates they were accessed, closed Windows Explorer and attempted to launch the browser again but to no avail.
After another failed browser launch, I scanned the hard drive for any viruses that could have caused the crash but it came out clean. I was already running out of options when I saw a short cut on the Desktop screen to an anti-spyware application. I got rid of the shortcut but as of this writing have not checked out where that particular program is stored.
I’m leaving the repair of IE to my husband because I have to admit fixing it is beyond my powers already. Besides my experience, here are some precautions I learned from this incident if you intend to sign up with an Internet service provider (not necessarily PLDT). Please bear in mind that the service provider PLDT is in no way responsible for the mess my computer is now in.
First, before initially launching the browser after the service provider has established a connection, disconnect from the Internet first and change your PCs Internet settings. While disconnected, launch the browser, click on Tools on the dropdown menu and select Options. Click on the Advanced tab and scroll down to the Security heading. Click on the box for “Check for Signatures on Downloaded Programs”. Then click on the Security tab and put the Security level to High. Be sure, too, that pop-up blocker is enabled. Then close the window and the browser. These restrictions would be enough to block unwanted software.
Next, make the Internet connection and once connected, launch the browser. Remember, when prompts appear asking you to confirm a download from a site you did not visit, read the contents carefully before clicking on any button.
If you’re reading this and already have broadband access at home, it would be wise to disconnect from the Internet and turn off the switch after use because even if the PC is off and the connection is not, malicious software can still creep into your PC’s system.
Better safe than sorry. And I’m starting to feel sorry.
(For feedback, comments, suggestions email me at openingpagemb@yahoo.com)
I've been a broadband subscriber for almost 6 years and telling readers that malicious softwares can still creep into your PC's even if it's turned off is just plain dumb. And a 100Mbps connection? Yeah right. That's faster than your ordinary LAN connection -_- If that's the case.. then I'll ditch my Cable Internet's 4Mbps connection on favor of PLDT DSL's 100Mbps! -_-
Ok, for broadband n00bs, here are the real-deal tips for Windows users:
1. Before anything else, install a software firewall. You can also use routers to serve as your firewall. 2. UPDATE. UPDATE your Windows Operating System. Make sure Automatic Updates are turned on. 3. Install an Anti-Virus and make it sure it's updated. Set the automatic update interval at 1 hr. 4. Install Microsoft Anti-Spyware and be sure to scan your PC at least once a week for spywares. 5. Stop visting pr0n sites. It's bad.
The longest time that I left my computer connected to the internet was 7 days straight. So what she said is just an urban legend. Maybe the title of entry should be INTERNET EDUCATION 101? Watyutink spageti?
In a story posted on INQ7.net says that tracking Captain Faeldon online is close to impossible. But a single query on Domain Philippines' Whois lookup showed the registered mailing address of the his domain and the nameservers of his host.
Nokiahost is a Philippine-base hosting company. If they're really serious on charging him of sedition, the could send subpoenas to Nokia Host to give them the details like IP address of the one who last logged into the site's control panel, billing address, contact numbers, etc. So telling us that he's close to impossible to track is absurd. Maybe they just don't want to track him down?
Just heard from the radio that Mr. Walking Encyclopedia, Ernie Baron, has died in sleep at his home this morning. We'll surely miss his.. Pumunta na lang kayo sa Kamias..." and "Subukan mo mag Cleansing Diet..." lines. I've learned a lot from him on his radio and TV show. I'm one of the fortunate ones to have talked to him on the phone when I asked him who invented the zipper.
Condolences to the family of Ernie Baron, once my childhood hero in Science and Technology. Rest in Peace Ka Ernie! *Computer end log*
I am starting to feel that WWE is now trying to ripoff the people who bought their WWE RAW Philippine Tour tickets early, and that includes me. I bought my tickets as early as December for the Feb 24 match. WWE's site stated that the match for 24th and 25th would be the same. So I bought the Feb 24 ticket. Today when I've checked the match schedule, the matches are now different!! With Feb 25th having a Steel Cage Match!! BOO!!! And where the hell is Shawn Michaels and Kane??? Kurt Angle is also no longer in the roster of wrestlers for the Philippine match! We're left with Tyson Tomko and Snitzky... WTF.
This was the lineup when I bought the tickets for the Feb 24 match:
John Cena vs Kurt Angle vs Triple H 3 Way WWE Title Match in a STEEL CAGE! Mick Foley Special Referee
Shawn Michaels / Ric Flair vs Edge (Lita) / Chris Masters Tag Team Special
Big Show / Kane vs Tyson Tomko / Snitsky Tag Team Match
Shelton Benjamin vs Carlito
Chavo Guerrero vs Trevor Murdoch
Trish vs Torrie Wilson Woman's Title Match
Viscera vs Lance Cade
Now, the lineup changed and here's the NEW Feb 24 match:
WWE Championship John Cena vs. Edge (with Lita) Special Referee Mick Foley
Big Show vs.Triple H
Intercontinental Championship Ric Flair vs. Shelton Benjamin
Visera vs. Snitsky
Rob Van Dam vs. Carlito
Venis Venis vs. "The Masterpiece" Chris Masters
Women’s Championship Trish Stratus vs. Torrie Wilson
Chavo Guerrero vs. Tyson Tomko
Yes the matches are subject to change, but telling us that Shawn, Kurt, and Kane would be included in the tour in the start and then removing them when the tickets are almost sold out is ripoff in disguise.
Who wants to buy my ticket?? You might see the Brooklyn Brawler on the 24th!
dominic nuesa: Round 8 Eric comes forward with crosses and many defends and comes back with hoks Pac ducking straights and countering with flurry's Eric with Cross Hard right by pac and then hard right by eric Pac with a flurry and eric fights back high intensity round back n forth Left body by pac Eric looks beat Pac comes in and gets eric on the ropes Eric reverses and gets pac in the fight Both exchange End of round. I give the round to Pac jepoy bengero: http://sports.espn.go.com/sports/boxing/news/story ? id=2300980&campaign=rss&source=ESPNHeadline s dominic nuesa: Pac wins another one! Fans boo Morales as he starts to runs away from Pacman. dominic nuesa: YEAHH dominic nuesa: YEAHAE dominic nuesa: YAEHAEYAHA jepoy bengero: YEE! jepoy bengero: hhahha jepoy bengero: hahahaha dominic nuesa: ano nangyari? jepoy bengero: natatawa ako sa 102.3 fm eh jepoy bengero: ung nagsasalita jepoy bengero: parang nde reporter jepoy bengero: naging fan jepoy bengero: sigaw ng sigaw ng pacquiao jepoy bengero: jepoy bengero: HAHAHA jepoy bengero: BUMAGSAK!!! jepoy bengero: AHHAHAHAHA jepoy bengero: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA dominic nuesa: O dominic nuesa: BUMAGSAK? jepoy bengero: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA dominic nuesa: SI ERIK? jepoy bengero: PANALO!! dominic nuesa: a2TYL@AJ@j:GA2 jepoy bengero: HAHAHAHAHAHA dominic nuesa: GA2JK:gla@jg@l:aj dominic nuesa: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH dominic nuesa: AHAHAHAHA jepoy bengero: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA jepoy bengero: KNOCKOUT HAHAHAHA dominic nuesa: KO dominic nuesa: AOGJ@t:tjlA2
I was supposed to go to SM North this afternoon to see Mick Foley and have one of my socks autographed. But Mark texted me and said that Mick Foley left didn't have any autograph signing or pictures... Boo!!! Rocky and I just went back home and watched the Korean movies I bought a few weeks ago. First up was High School Girl Getting Married High School Girl is a story of a young girl who must marry a guy named Ondal before she turns 16 or she'll die. A really funny movie worth watching...
Second movie was Wet Dreams 2... The movie centers on 3 high school girls with their sexual fantasies... HAHAHAHAHA! What the hell do these Koreans are thinking?! It's a funny movie with the leading guy farts every time he gets a boner. HAHAHAHAHA!
ABS-CBN's The Correspondents featured Chat TV the last monday, the SMS-based chat on cable television. They've discussed the problem with Cable TV Chatrooms -- it's being used in prostitution.
Last year, the NTC ordered the complete shutdown of these chatrooms as they have been reported to be used in prostitution. As usual, after a few months.. they're all open again. -_- Chat TV is like an IRC chatroom where there are different people chatting. But instead of using a computer, people use their SMS enabled cellphones to send messages and their TV's to view the messages. Chat TV is easily accesible to anyone who has a cellphone. Including children.
The Correspondents tried to respond to several messages on the TV. One was asking for money in exchange for a date. She gave her bank account on the chat. The called her up and asked if they could meet first before giving the money. She declined and said that she badly needed the money and instead gave her friendster account, where she as pictures of herself. They've showed her friendster account on TV very quick and covered her eyes since they aren't sure if the one on the picture is really Ara. Since I haven't completely fixed my computer, my TV tuner was still not installed so I wasn't able to record the episode and catch her friendster id#... But Andrew still managed to find her on Friendster. stalker. HAHAHAHAHA! The Correspondents asked Ara several questions and she said she's willing to do ANYTHING in exchange for money...
I used to send messages on Chat TV several years ago. Advertising both my gaming website (gameops.net) and the gaming community I'm on (dogz.net.ph). It looks like they've been assimilated by the Borg and perverts now lurk within these chatrooms and exposing minors to sex.
I was browsing the newly updated videos in YouTube a few minutes ago when I stumbled upon the Elevator Scandal video. According to the the person who posted the video, there are other video scandals in his website so I decided to check them out *wink*.
Scrolling down his site/blog, I was surprised to see the "P109 million Lotto" image I made. His topic states that the Lotto 6/49 reached P109 million, the same topic where I originally used the image. I hate people who does this but instead I thought, "what the heck! it's only an image". So I just posted a comment on his blog entry, "wow.. its my lotto graphic.. :P"
So going back to my original plan of looking for "goodies" in his site, I scrolled and scrolled within his collection. Mostly video scandals and nude pictures. Then I saw his entry about Shaina Magdayao. The entry has my own blurred image of Shaina (with my watermark still intact) and the complete rip-off of my original entry! And not a single link to my site.
Thought passed my mind that this guy might be another J-Phearson, but apparently he's not. He writes good and is part of the #manila DALnet community. A lot different from our friend J-Phearson.
What pissed me off was this notice on the bottom of his blog:
IRC Manila Dalnet Blog : (c)2005 Manila-Dalnet.blogspot.com & Respective Contributors. All rights reserved worldwide. Do not copy, distribute, or print the contents of this site without permission.
He doesn't want his blog contents to be copied and distributed without his permission and yet he copied mine and posted it on his blog as if he was the one writing it, all without my knowledge. I do not have a notice on the bottom of my blog like he has but I do have a copyright notice on my site and a Creative Commons License.
I don't require anyone to ask for my permission if you're going to use my content, a simple acknowledgement and a link back would suffice.
It's funny how my poorly constructed entry was plagiarized. It's not even worth copying. Hahahaha!
EDIT(01/19/2005 21:17): Ok, Enough of this copyright... send in teh scandals!
Last January 13, I was informed by one of the employees of the Department of Trade and Industry (DTI) that they have satellite offices in several SM Malls in Metro Manila. Luckily, SM North EDSA has one so he advised me to file our new business name registration there since it's already 4PM when we've arrived at their Makati office.
Lalaine and I went to SM today to file for our business name registration and as early as 1230PM, they're no longer accepting registrations and renewals! The time clearly states that they have until 5PM to register and renew business names but why is it that at 1230PM, they've stopped accepting new ones??? No offense to the old folks, but the one manning the computer at the satellite office was a lady aged 35-45 and she types reallly sllllllooowwwww.... as in slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... (Reminds me of Jurassic...) According to the other people who where there at 10AM, she has just finished 4 of the 14 business names since 10AM! 4!! 1 REGISTRATION PER HOUR!
I should have just used DTI's online Business Name Registration System (BNRS) but the site has been acting strange if I registered a Business name for a corporation. The final page won't load. That's the stupd reason why I'm doing this the old fashion way.. psssh..
We called DTI and asked if the BNRS system for corporate business name is up and they said yes. We went to the nearby Netopia Internet Shop and tried to register our business name... IT TOOK ME 3 MINUTES TO FINISHED THE REGISTRATION PROCESS... 3 MINUTES! 3 MINUTES!!!!!!!! While the old geezer at the DTI's satellite office took 1 hour per name! Geez. They should force retire these people. :( DTI should also add computers to their satellite office. The one in SM North EDSA has only 1 computer and the DTI encoder shares it with the cashier. -_-
I'll be waiting 3 days for the approval of the Business Name and after that, I'll submit all of the requirements at the DTI office in Makati.
I went to PLDT to inquire about Glen's DSL service and it took me only 10 minutes... 10 minutes compared to DTI's 1 hour per name -_-
I've been listening to our (Me, Karlo and Andrew's) special friend's podcast for the past few days... and boy.. it made us all puke, including my friend Glen. He actually planned of having his own podcast a few months back, but shelved the idea since he thinks his voice sounded terrible... and he's right! He sounded like an ogre in distress. His podcasts contain all his gheyness and it's all full of nonsense sh*t. But I admire his determination. Despite the lack of background music and a lot of faggotry in his broadcast, he managed to get several episodes published!
I'm still thinking of posting his podcasts here. Hmm... Let's see if he stops making his podcasts after reading this... Anyway, to my "special" friend, continue what you're doing... practice makes perfect... Right? Ohhhh khhhaaaayyy...
Before the Chinovela and Koreanovela invasions, my eyes were glued on Star Mandarin. A cable channel dedicated to Chinese movies (Sometimes korean and japanese subbed in Mandarin). I usually spent hours watching Stephen Chow's movies and other Hong Kong hits like La Bra, My Wife is a Gangster, etc. And when I watched Legend of Zu's remake, one of its stars strucked me... Cecilia Cheung. By some chance, Star Mandarin showed movies which has Cecilia Cheung in it. Stephen Chow's movies rocks. He's more like a Vic Sotto of Hong Kong as almost all his movies has the same cast. King of Beggars, God of Cookery, God of Gamblers, etc. This is also where I've seen Shaolin Soccer for the first time that made me admire Zhao Wei's beauty :) Star Mandarin also showed The Ring but was subtitled in chinese so I didn't understand the story, only Sadako's eyes :P Star Mandarin's also responsible for my addiction on Jeon Ji-Hyun, My Sassy Girl, and its theme song I Believe. That was a night in September 2002. Jeon Ji-Hyun ended my year long admiration for Chinese actresses... koreana naman :P
It's safe to say that Star Mandarin opened a new addiction within myself-- addiction to almost any Japanese, Korean, and Chinese stuff. I've looked everywhere for any Music Videos and Movies that might interest me on the internet. Then I found KISS' music video, Because I'm A Girl. I first thought it was a movie but later I found out that it was just purely a video made for the song. Chris, from DOGZ, also sent me an MTV of BoA's My Sweetie in Destiny's IRC server during that time. After seeing her MTV, I've added BoA to my stalking.. err.. fav's list... HAHAHAHA! :P
Then came a time when SkyCable's greed entered the scene. They bribed Star TV to discontinue giving feeds to Destiny Cable and soon.. all Star-branded channels disappeared in Destiny's Channel Lineup. Including Star Mandarin.
Years passed and Shaolin Soccer was released locally, KISS' Because I'm a Girl got a local and barbaric translation, My Sassy Girl was tagalized and it's theme got pirated by a moron, and everyone now listens to BoA.
It's ok.. they're all yours!! Hahahaha! My attention is now focused on Deka Yellow, Ayumi Kinoshita... Count a few years more... everyone might be drooling for Ayumi... :P
I've been experiencing login problems for the past 2 days with my Destiny account. Subscribers with the new DOCSIS Cable Modem are now required to login frst before getting an internet connection with Destiny. Sure my new modem gave me fast down and up streams but I miss my old modem's login-less feature. :( I'm on "squatter mode" right now.. :D :D :D SSSSHHH!! karlo :P :P
Since someone said we Filipinos are born to fail... then it only means 1 thing. We're Poor. Here's F. Sionil Jose's article about why Filipinos are poor.
WHY ARE WE POOR? F. Sionil Jose
In one of the luncheons he hosted recently for clients of the Rizal Commercial Banking Corp., Ambassador Alfonso T. Yuchengco asked the writer Francisco Sionil Jose to share some of his observations of the current scene. This is the paper Mr. Jose read on that occasion.
What did South Korea look like after the Korean War in 1953? Battered, poor - but look at Korea now. In the Fifties, the traffic in Taipei was composed of bicycles and Army trucks, the streets flanked by tile-roofed low buildings. Jakarta was a giant village and Kuala Lumpur a small village surrounded by jungle and rubber plantations. Bangkok was criss-crossed with canals, the tallest structure was the Wat Arun, the Temple of the Sun, and it dominated the city's skyline. Rice fields all the way from Don Muang Airport - then a huddle of galvanized iron-roofed bodegas, to the Victory monument.
Visit these cities today and weep - for they are more beautiful, cleaner and prosperous than Manila. In the Fifties and Sixties we were the most envied country in Southeast Asia. Remember further that when Indonesia got its independence in 1949, it had only 114 university graduates compared to the hundreds of Ph.D.'s which were already in our universities. Why then were we left behind? The economic explanation is simple. We did not produce cheaper and better products.
The basic question really is: why we did not modernize fast enough and thereby doomed our people to poverty. This is the harsh truth about us today. Just consider these: some 15 years ago a survey showed that half of all grade school pupils dropped out after grade 5 because they had no money to continue schooling. Thousands of young adults today are therefore unable to find jobs. Our natural resources have been ravaged and they are not renewable. Our tremendous population increase eats up all of our economic gains. There is hunger in this country now; our poorest eat only once a day.
But this physical poverty is really not as serious as the greater poverty that afflicts us and this is the poverty of the spirit.
Why then are we poor? More than ten years ago, James Fallows, editor of the Atlantic Monthly came to the Philippines and wrote about our damaged culture which, he asserted, impeded our development. Many disagreed with him but I do find a great deal of truth in his analysis. This is not to say that I blame our social and moral malaise on colonialism alone. But we did inherit from Spain a social system and an elite that, on purpose, exploited the masses. Then, too, in the Iberian peninsula, to work with one's hands is frowned upon and we inherited that vice as well. Colonialism by foreigners may no longer be what it was, but we are now a colony of our own elite.
We are poor because we are poor - this is not a tautology. The culture of poverty is self-perpetuating. We are poor because our people are lazy. I pass by a slum area every morning - dozens of adults do nothing but idle, gossip and drink. We do not save. Look at the Japanese and how they save in spite of the fact that the interest given them by their banks is so little. They work very hard too.
We are great show-offs. Look at our women, how overdressed, over- coiffed they are, and Imelda epitomizes that extravagance. Look at our men, their manicured nails, their personal jewelry, their diamond rings. Yabang - that is what we are, and all that money expended on status symbols, on yabang. How much better if it were channeled into production. We are poor because our nationalism is inward looking.
Under its guise we protect inefficient industries and monopolies. We did not pursue agrarian reform like Japan and Taiwan. It is not so much the development of the rural sector, making it productive and a good market as well. Agrarian reform releases the energies of the landlords who, before the reform, merely waited for the harvest. They become entrepreneurs, the harbingers of change. Our nationalist icons like Claro M. Recto and Lorenzo Tañada oppose agrarian reform, the single most important factor that would have altered the rural areas and lifted the peasant from poverty. Both of them were merely anti- American.
And finally, we are poor because we have lost our ethical moorings. We condone cronyism and corruption and we don't ostracize or punish the crooks in our midst. Both cronyism and corruption are wasteful but we allow their practice because our loyalty is to family or friend, not to the larger good.
We can tackle our poverty in two very distinct ways. The first choice: a nationalist revolution, a continuation of the revolution in 1896. But even before we can use violence to change inequities in our society, we must first have a profound change in our way of thinking, in our culture. My regret about EDSA is that change would have been possible then with a minimum of bloodshed. In fact, a revolution may not be bloody at all if something like EDSA would present itself again. Or a dictator unlike Marcos.
The second is through education, perhaps a longer and more complex process. The only problem is that it may take so long and by the time conditions have changed, we may be back where we were, caught up with this tremendous population explosion which the Catholic Church exacerbates in its conformity with doctrinal purity.
We are faced with a growing compulsion to violence, but even if the communist won, they will rule as badly because they will be hostage to the same obstructions in our culture, the barkada, the vaulting egos that sundered the revolution in 1896, the Huk revolt in 1949-53.
To repeat neither education nor revolution can succeed if we do not internalize new attitudes, new ways of thinking. Let us go back to basics and remember those American slogans: A Ford in every garage. A chicken in every pot. Money is like fertilizer: to do any good it must be spread around.
Some Filipinos, taunted wherever they are, are shamed to admit they are Filipinos. I have, myself, been embarrassed explain for instance why Imelda, her children and the Marcos cronies are back, and in positions of power? Are there redeeming features in our country that we can be proud of? Of course, lots of them. When people say for instance that our corruption will never be banished, just remember that Arsenio Lacson as mayor of Manila and Ramon Magsaysay as President brought a clean government.
We do not have the classical arts that brought Hinduism and Buddhism to continental and archipelago Southeast Asia, but our artists have now ranged the world, showing what we have done with Western art forms, enriched with our own ethnic traditions. Our professionals, not just our domestics, are all over, showing how an accomplished people we are!
Look at our history. We are the first in Asia to rise against Western colonialism, the first to establish a republic. Recall the Battle of Tirad Pass and glory in the heroism of Gregorio Del Pilar and the 48 Filipinos who died but stopped the Texas Rangers from capturing the President of that First Republic. Its equivalent in ancient history is the Battle of Thermopylae where the Spartans and their king Leonidas, died to a man, defending the pass against the invading Persians.
Rizal - what nation on earth has produced a man like him? At 35, he was a novelist, a poet, an anthropologist, a sculptor, a medical doctor, a teacher and martyr.
We are now 80 million and in another two decades we will pass the 100 million mark. Eighty million - that is a mass market in any language, a mass market that should absorb our increased production in goods and services - a mass market which any entrepreneur can hope exploit, like the proverbial oil for the lamps of China.
Japan was only 70 million when it had confidence enough and the wherewithal to challenge the United States and almost won. It is the same confidence that enabled Japan to flourish from the rubble of defeat in World War II.
I am not looking for a foreign power for us to challenge. But we have a real and insidious enemy that we must vanquish, and this enemy is worse than the intransigence of any foreign power. We are our own enemy. And we must have the courage, the will, to change ourselves.
Manuel F. Martinez of the Journal Group wrote a sad but true pathway our race is going through... read the 1st and 2nd part: Filipinos: Born to fail (1)
FRONTLINE Manuel F. Martinez
It is said that from Magsaysay to Garcia to Macapagal to the first years of Marcos, the Philippines was second only to Japan. Economically.
They forgot that during the Commonwealth era, when we were under the Americans, the Philippines was no. 1 in all Asia.
Even the Japanese were behind us, before the war, droves of Japanese laborers were coming to the Philippines as manual laborers to help build with human hands the Kennon Road going up to Baguio, and to Davao plantations in the south. Now we have the reverse: Filipino women go in droves to Tokyo.
During the Commonwealth era, the Americans, along with Quezon and company gave us first class political leadership.
When we were No. 1 and then later No. 2, Hongkong's pier was marked by rickshaws which dirt poor Chinese pulled; Singapore was only a swampland, Malaysia was a backwater country, Taiwan was poorer than Romblon, and nobody ever had of Korea.
We were No. 1 largely because of American presence, not because of ourselves. Not that they were benevolent. They came to rape our country. But with America we progressed.
For example, we had Asia's first airlines because of the Americans, who brought us western technology. We were the first socially sophisticated nation in the Southeast, with Quezon having the best wardrobe among Asian political leaders.
Besides our superb political leadership, owing largely to mestizos--Chinese, American, Spanish-we had a colonial military led by no less than Douglas MacArthur and Dwight Eisenhower.
When the Americans left us after World War II, we dropped to No.2, then, having more and more of ourselves through the decades, we are now lagging behind practically all Asian countries.
Imagine, from No. 1 during the Commonwealth to rock bottom today. How can we be such a horrible failure?
We are the biggest collective national failure in Asia. And yet, when someone wins a cultural contest abroad, we boast that we are world class, while tens of millions of Filipinos starve.
When a Filipina was appointed chief chef of the White House, there was a pandemonium that Pinoy is world class.
Naging kusinera lang sa White House ay naghambog na. Hindi siguro alam na ang kusinera ay kusinera lang, hindi 'yan scientist or economist or artist or whatever who could really do a great good to the suffering masses of Filipinos.
We say that Pinoys are malikhain, meaning creative or artistic, but we have never had a writer who won the Nobel Prize.
We used to be no.1 in education--elementary to primary to high school to college--in all Asia. And this was due to American pressure.
Now that we have been left to ourselves, we are near the bottom, UP, La Salle and Ateneo are 56th, 62nd and 78th in the list of Asia's best universities.
And we have the dirtiest public toilets. Look at Winnie Monsod. She said on television that trying to solve our problems by changing from presidential to parliamentary system is just like a man trying to cure his diarrhea by changing kubetas-yes, she said, "going from one kubeta to another."
During last year's Gloria crisis, Monsod defended Gloria in her columns with so many reasons, saying that Gloria did not cheat on a widesale basis.
Monsod forgot that her scholarly, comprehensive, all-embracing, elongated logic in favor of Gloria could be simply refuted with just two words, "Hello, Garci.."
Filipinos can't hack it. Filipinos are born to fail.
Filipinos: Born to fail (2)
FRONTLINE MANUEL F. MARTINEZ People's Journal
ALTHOUGH we were ahead of all Asian countries during the Commonwealth era, and second only to Japan after World War II, we are now the most impotent.
We do not have a steel industry. We cannot by ourselves produce an airplane engine, or even the body of an airplane. We have more commodores in the Philippine Navy than ships.
The only destroyer we had, which were given to us by the United States under the Military Assistance Pact, sank off the coast of Cagayan — not during a battle but when caught in a storm.
Even dental supplies — and handcuffs — are imported from abroad because we do not have the capability to produce them.
We have a munitions factory in Bataan — a factory which manufactures bullets. But in a shootout with MILF troops in Mindanao, government forces ran out of bullets because the munitions factory was not producing enough owing to ghost delivery of component materials.
We can produce toothpicks and matchsticks, but even these are very inferior to those made in other Southeast Asian countries.
We produce firecrackers, but what is the economic benefit from that?
We produce sardines that we could buy for P30 each can. But they are so inferior that the smallest can of imported sardines, which taste much better, sells at P150 a can.
And sardine employers exploit harassed child laborers to make their product more inferior but more profitable.
China, Japan, India, Pakistan, and Taiwan are way ahead in science and mathematics. Their students are world class, while all we have are computer hackers.
South Korea at one time was No. 6 in car production. And Taiwan was No. 8 in the amount of its dollar reserves!
And we can't even produce a single car — not one, uno, isa, usa. The only thing we could do is assemble one.
It was said by a tourist lazing off in Boracay that the Philippines has the best ice cream in the world. So what, he was drunk.
Once upon a time, a remote municipality had only two policemen who had revolvers — and each of the policemen had only one bullet.
The trouble was that they had to fire one ceremonial bullet during Independence Day celebrations, so after only two years they had no more ammunition.
So they joined the Abu Sayyaf, who have armalites and fully-loaded ammunition criss-crossing their breasts.
We are the only country in the world whose Comelec, instead of preventing fraud, is the one committing fraud! And they remain in office.
In Japan, anyone caught in a scandalous situation commits suicide. In the Philippines, they do not kill themselves, they laugh all the way to the bank.
High Filipino officials discovered to have pushed anomalous contracts — and there have been so many of them in the last 20 years — have not been punished at all.
How can we be a Newly Industrialized Country — it seems everybody has forgotten this appellation, NIC — if a meeting scheduled for seven o'clock begins at nine-thirty?
We cannot even solve our traffic problems in so small area as Metro Manila.
Bangkok used to have the worst traffic situation in the world. Now, it has no problem at all. The solution? They built so many skyways for kilometers and kilometers, one up to their airport.
We can do the same. But the government does not have the money. It is riddled with crooks, saturated with thieves, perforated with highwaymen. BOT? Same. Filipinos? Born to fail.
A single thing would solve this. DISCIPLINE. If we have discipline, we could be on top within a short time... Sad. RIP PHILIPPINES.
Someone I don't know forwarded an email to me today containing a story of a lady being harassed publicly by two perverted morons in MRT by taking a picture of her breast... (Her low neckline actually...). Pictures of the perverts were also attached in the email. Here's the email I recieved:
I was on my way to work when this happened. The whole story is on my friendster blog. I just culled this part to share with you guys. I hope this won't happen to anyone else because it feels so wrong.
I attached pictures, read on to find out what pictures I'm talking about...
I got off at Makati to take the MRT to GMA-Kamuning, my everyday routine. I usually wait for the first train cabby to be able to save myself a seat. But today, the train was already boarding when I got in the station so I had no choice but to rush to the nearest open cabby door, which was located towards the middle of the train. Needless to say, all seats were taken so I just accepted the fact that I may not be able to grab a seat for the rest of the ride.
I was wearing a striped sleeveless shirt, it had a low neckline but I still looked decent and was ok with it. Besides, there was no cleavage to show off anyway, so I was comfortable with my outfit.
A friend sent me a text message asking where I was, so I was busy texting back that I failed to notice two perverts standing beside me. One of them was actually trying to take a sneak peak of what was under my low neckline. He even took out his cell phone. I was rattled by the clicking of his camera phone that I actually saw him CAPTURING my breasts! People sitting in front of us saw what happened and were stunned. He showed my picture to the guy he was with and was pleased of his handy work, dismissing that I saw what he just did. I was giving him a stern look and when he did look back at me, he gave me a smirk as if telling me that I cannot do anything about it. I got so infuriated that I called a friend up just to have an excuse of broadcasting what had just transpired to everyone on board the train and to show the two pricks that I wasn't just gonna stand there and do nothing.
I was telling the whole story over the phone loud enough for everyone to hear. The passengers started talking amongst themselves, some clearly showing disgust for the two asswipes while the others whispering that I was actually looking for trouble for dressing up the way I do.
Of course, I didn't just stop at embarrassing them. I took 2 pictures of the sleazebags too. When I got off my station, I talked to the station manager there and filed a complaint. I was endorsed to the MRT central station where I will be submitting the pictures I took. MRT management promised that they will be posting an ad at all MRT stations, using the photos of the two pervs, as a warning to all others who have made capturing of breasts, legs and other what-have-you's of women passengers, their MRT pastime.
I don't know if its Filipino culture or it's just that people don't get that no girl would want to be sexually harassed period. It is never the girl's fault if she is harassed and it doesn't mean that if a girl is wearing a sexy outfit that she wants to be hollered at or that she is showing off her body and anyone is invited to take pictures of any part of her!
Love, rage, fire and flames,
Maria Edilyd P. Orias Campaigns, Communication and Media Officer Amnesty International Pilipinas
Tel. no. 63 2 927 9856 Telefax 63 2 927 6008
www.amnesty.org
I was not convinced at the start since I don't believe letters being forwarded via email. Curiosity strikes me so I tried searching her on Friendster since she mentioned that the whole story was posted on her Friendster Blog. After a while, I found her profile and blog. The story was indeed true. The pictures of the two morons attached in the email were the perverts who took her picture.
With the advancement of technology, imaging devices are now built-in in most cellphones and easily accesible to anyone because of its cheap price. Just imagine giving a sexually urged individual a phone camera. He doesn't need to go to a film shop to develop them. Just transfer the pictures into a PC and with the internet.. BOOM! Pictures are published instantly over the internet.
These stalkers and perverts should be shot in the head. To those Congressmen, please do your job. CREATE NEW LAWS TO PROTECT THE CITIZEN'S. DEATH PENALTY TO THESE KINDS OF PERVERTS. Stop bickering and your useless politicking. Serve your people. Maybe these old geezers don't know that with a click of a mouse, your picture could be sent to millions of internet users around the world. You'll be an instant "porn" celebrity.
Her entry was posted last November 2005 and I haven't seen any pictures of these morons in any MRT Stations I've been to... Ehem.. yuhuuu MRT Station Manager....
We're not in the world of telegraphs... today's lifestyle is different. So to those stupid politicians, put your acts together and make yourselves useful. Create laws f00ls!
Well, the entire thing was meant to be an adventure in my backyard, as the Jollibee is about a mile from my house. And sure, I've exaggerated. You can tell by the pictures that nobody's looking at us. It's not like we Johnny Knoxvilled over there, Steve-O'ed creamy macaroni soup and then vomited all over the table. We ate a few bites out of curiosity, and then were disappointed to find we hadn't discovered our favorite new fast food joint.
"Ugly American." That's someone who can't step foot into a room that's slightly different without being filled with slack-jawed awe, all lifted eyebrows and rolling tongue, shocked and gasping at everything that looks slightly different from normal. 
stee had to go car shopping, so he almost didn't come with us, but curiosity got the better of him. stee is a guy who doesn't eat red meat, hates most vegetables, and finds calamari to be the most disgusting thing one could voluntarily eat. He doesn't like spicy food, food in a color he doesn't recognize, or food that smells "weird." He isn't the most adventurous eater, is what I'm saying.
It's not the easiest thing in the world, deciding what to eat at Jollibee. Luckily there was a line. We watched families file in to order spaghetti, fried chicken and cheeseburgers. The "Palabok Fiesta" platter seemed the most adventurous, with hard-boiled eggs, shrimp, pork, noodles and some kind of brown sauce. Jeez, when I put it like that, you'd think it was combination chow mein.
I ordered the spaghetti and fried chicken meal with a banana langka pie and headed back to a table. Stee followed.
The Fiesta that Ken ordered had the smallest shrimp peppered on top of this pile of sauce and crumbled pork that had a top layer of something crunchy Ken called "breadcrumbs." The hard-boiled eggs were imposing and scary. It took a very long time before anybody would not stop him from trying the food. [Dude. Ken! I just found out they're crumbled 
Meanwhile, Ty was staring at her Yumburger. "This isn't something we can eat," she says. "There's a pink...sauce... and it's pink?"
The last straw, for me, was the banana langka pie. It doesn't taste like banana, nor pie. It tastes like burned pineapple butter on stale bread crust. With some kind of membrane in it. 
It was awesome.
It's a good thing we did, because people were yelling and others were crying, and the cops said they wouldn't come because nobody was hurt. We found other witnesses, and I took some pictures and waited for the crying woman's mother to arrive. 
Chat TV is like an IRC chatroom where there are different people chatting. But instead of using a computer, people use their SMS enabled cellphones to send messages and their TV's to view the messages. Chat TV is easily accesible to anyone who has a cellphone. Including children. 
The time clearly states that they have until 5PM to register and renew business names but why is it that at 1230PM, they've stopped accepting new ones??? No offense to the old folks, but the one manning the computer at the satellite office was a lady aged 35-45 and she types reallly sllllllooowwwww.... as in slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... (Reminds me of Jurassic...) According to the other people who where there at 10AM, she has just finished 4 of the 14 business names since 10AM! 4!! 1 REGISTRATION PER HOUR! 
By some chance, Star Mandarin showed movies which has Cecilia Cheung in it. Stephen Chow's movies rocks. He's more like a Vic Sotto of Hong Kong as almost all his movies has the same cast. King of Beggars, God of Cookery, God of Gamblers, etc. This is also where I've seen Shaolin Soccer for the first time that made me admire Zhao Wei's beauty :) Star Mandarin also showed The Ring but was subtitled in chinese so I didn't understand the story, only Sadako's eyes :P Star Mandarin's also responsible for my addiction on Jeon Ji-Hyun, My Sassy Girl, and its theme song I Believe. That was a night in September 2002. Jeon Ji-Hyun ended my year long admiration for Chinese actresses... koreana naman :P
It's safe to say that Star Mandarin opened a new addiction within myself-- addiction to almost any Japanese, Korean, and Chinese stuff. I've looked everywhere for any Music Videos and Movies that might interest me on the internet. Then I found KISS' music video, Because I'm A Girl. I first thought it was a movie but later I found out that it was just purely a video made for the song. Chris, from DOGZ, also sent me an MTV of BoA's My Sweetie in Destiny's IRC server during that time. After seeing her MTV, I've added BoA to my stalking.. err.. fav's list... HAHAHAHA! :P
