I’m repressed.
I’ve been trying so hard to
condense all my useless thoughts within the 140 characters of twitter for quite
a while now; it does NOT suffice.
My last post was too EMOtionally propelled, I ended up too scared to even open my blog, afraid
I might judge myself. (And self-judgment is always tons and tons and tons of
notches gentler than judgments from an outsider’s point of view. I refuse to
imagine what goes on in your minds.)
Anyway…
To satisfy a craving, there is nothing else to
do but to succumb to those desires and indulge. In other words, I will now take
the liberty to discuss all the useless things going on in my head tonight (And
as “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World plays, the perfect mood for a Teen age
ranting session starts to set)
1)
I am
really bothered by the extreme boringness of ANC News reporters’ speaking
voice.
If you watch ANC,
you definitely know what I mean. If you don’t: Turn on your TV, go to channel
27, listen for 2 minutes and then I
will allow you to go through the rest of my post.
I can’t even tell
if it’s a purpose act. Is it? I think it is. How can anyone be so passive while
talking about the most cathartic things? So maybe they should be neutral and in
all ways, impartial. But it’s not just their creepy passiveness that bothers
me. It’s how they manifest their disturbing passiveness in the exact same nerve-wracking
manner. I’m starting to think that ABS CBN makes them go through a workshop (I
think it’s called: The how to have no emotions and sound exactly like everyone
else in this channel workshop) before their first exposure. I don’t know.
Bottom line is: These people creep me out.
2)
I
hate GMA celebrities SO. DAMN. BAD.
I’ve already gone
through this thought over and over again, prolly a hundred times in my head.
What makes them so irritating? I don’t know. They’re not ugly; in fact I think
Lovi Poe is one of the most gorgeous Filipinas I’ve ever seen. They’re not
talentless either. None of them have that nauseating Empress and Erich accent,
you know, the one that makes you want to pull their tongues out. But for some
reason, no matter how much they irritate me I’d rather repress my desires to
pull of their taste organs off and watch them, over any GMA star.
I know I sound
too violent. I’m starting to think that the problem lies within myself. I need
to increase my patience and be more tolerant. But the question is, of what? How on earth do I heighten my
tolerance of something I can not even pinpoint?
3) Rats scare the
living ____ of me, and I love history class.
A few days ago, I
went down the Piraeus to submit to my green mango and bagoong cravings. (Weh Socrates)
(In other words, pumunta ako sa palengke para
bumili ng manggang hilaw at bagoong)
Let me narrate my experience, Pokemon style (There’s
more suspense this way)
Bianca enters a dark street.
A wild giant rat appears.
What does Bianca do?
Bianca sabotages herself by suddenly remembering her history lesson
for the day (The Bubonic plague and how rats almost killed Europe)
What does Giant rat do?
Giant rat wags its tail.
Bianca runs away.
I almost had a
heart attack, and I’m not even exaggerating, not even a tiny bit. I hate rats,
and rats hate me. We are two living creatures that will NEVER co-exist. I am
one of the most adaptable cowgirls you will ever find, but I will always always
always feel fright and thoughts of death in the presence of those hairy little
abominations. I would rather wipe ass like Sharon Cuneta did in Caregiver, than
touch a rat/mouse/hamster even just for a second.
4) What
is with this Fifty Shades of Grey fad?
As I have tweeted, “I’ll
be a condescending hipster who refuses to get her hands anywhere near that
Fifty Shades of Sexual Abomination you’re all talking about.”
I don’t even want
do dwell on this any longer. This book has such a huge (and horny) fan-base, I’m
afraid if I write more; I might not make it alive.
ANYHUU
I’ve satisfied my
write/rant hunger and am therefore too lazy to come up with a proper concluding
sentence.
This aint no paper;
I can leave whenever I want.
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