I found this statement somewhere. (But of course, it’s not just somewhere.) Someone described herself with this:

I hate people whose names have the letter H in their names randomly inserted to it, like in Mhe-Ann and Rhon. It’s just uncalled for. It pisses me off.

The first time I read it, I gasped, “What did I do to her?”

To all who don’t know, Yoshke is just a pen name. My real name is quite common but (yes, you guessed it right) it has an H randomly inserted to it. Like Mhe-Ann. Or Rhon.

I don’t even know the girl, yet she hates me for my name. Of course, my first reaction was “It’s not my fault. I didn’t choose my name.” But the more I think about it, the more I realize that it wasn’t my parents’ fault either. Or anyone’s. It isn’t a fault at all. What’s so annoying with a randomly inserted H, really?

But then, I can’t blame anyone who hates people who have the letter H in their names where there shouldn’t be. After all, I have my own share of irrational hatred. For one, I hate cooked carrots. It’s yummy and delicious and orange. But I hate it for no reason at all. My friends say I discriminate cooked carrots but I can’t help despising it.

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I moved in to a condo unit along EDSA with Shy Guy, Andre, and other friends last Sunday. It was the most intense pseudo-work out I had in years. Transporting appliances and pieces of furniture was so beyond my masculine capacity.

But of course, after everything was set up and decorated, the satisfaction that I got from being in a lovely home a stone’s throw from my office was immeasurable. The view isn’t bad, either. To our left was Ortigas skyline and to our right, Pioneer Street with The Fort in the background.

However, it wasn’t perfect. So not.

For one, the condominium building is along EDSA and our unit is directly facing the violent (and insufferably noisy) tremors of the metropolis. I did not expect EDSA was producing 10 million decibels. Last night was our second night and we still had not gotten any decent sleep.

Every time an ambulance went speeding through the highway, we would wake up. I even wished, “Come on, just let the damn patient die and let us sleep.”

Every time a bus driver hit his horn, we would be sucked out of dreamland and my rage against city buses was multiplied by the number of times they break road rules.

We’d love to close the windows but using the air-conditioner is gonna hurt our pockets. Darn. We better find a way to sleep sound.

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The night we moved in, after a series of heavy lifting, we had a pig-out session, food courtesy of Andre. I had more than my share. Later that night, Shy Guy was giving me a massage. He started giving my upper back hard pushes. Finally, he worked on my lower back really hard and I farted just like that.

Nabigla ako eh. Sorry naman.

We ended up laughing, talking about farting for the rest of the night.

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Una sa lahat, gusto ko lang isingit na ang hot ni Dennis Trillo sa mga Soda Man pictures nya.

Yun lang. Haha. Hindi sya related sa entry na ‘to. Pero gusto ko lang i-post. Bakit ba?

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One of the most irritating things in life has to be waking up early so you could come to work on time but you get stuck at some MRT station because the platforms can’t contain passengers anymore, and the train stops even in between stations because the train ahead is also stuck, and you stand beside a guy who keeps chewing — oh no, not just chewing — popping* his gum!

And surprise, surprise, you’re an hour late. Pfffft.

Mantra for the day: Life is good, life is good.

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But it’s not just this morning. The entire week has not been kind to me, either.

The restroom kept calling me! For four days, my tummy had been tormenting me, urging me to let go of the nasty load I was carrying inside me.

Warning: Graphic language and psychological violence.

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image courtesy of veer.com

Like Santa Claus.
Like the jobs GMA claims her government has created.
Like GMA7 being the number 1 network in the country!

It’s a lie! Summer is a figment of our imagination.

Like Christmas and Valentine’s, used by the media and the capitalists to squeeze money out of us. It’s a lie! I didn’t even feel it. I wasn’t able to hit the beach and it’s raining already. Gaaaaaaaaah.

Mother Nature is being too vengeful. Boo. Haha.

image courtesy of femalenetwork.com

WATTA AD!

“Antaas naman ng handrails dito sa MRT!” Sabi ng babae.

“Saken ka na lang kumapit,” alok ni lalake.

“WATTA! Anlaki mo! Para kang tempura sa Tokyo Tokyo!”

Yan ang “radio” plug ng Tokyo Tokyo sa MRT. Napa-sigh na lang ako.

WATTA ANNOUNCEMENT!

Last Monday sa Kamuning Station ng MRT, may nagsalitang lalake sa intercom.

“Eksaktong bayad lang po ang tatanggapin namin. Wala kaming panukli. Kaya sa mga nakapila, kung wala kayong barya, wag na lang kayong pumila. Mag-bus na  lang kayo. Kahit pumila kayo, pagdating nyo sa counter, magpasensyahan na lang tayo. Wala kaming maisusukli.”

WATTA! This is unacceptable. For one thing, they SHOULD have change. It’s not the passengers’ responsibility to carry coins when they choose to ride the MRT.

Second, whatever happened to politeness? Pede namang “Pakiusap lang po, barya lang po ang ibayad natin…” But no, “Magpasensyahan na lang tayo…” Pffffffft. I don’t know if it’s just me but that’s waaaay too disrespectful and arrogant.

Buti na lang may Stored Value Ticket ako lagi. Tatlo pa. Haha.

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Yikes, sorry it took me so long to update this blog. (cue: Emma Bunton – What Took You So Long?) Haha.

I’ve been extremely busy. Trust me when I say “extremely.” Gaaaah. I’m one pinch away from having a nervous breakdown. I’m this close — THIS close.

The longest week everrrrr. Darn.

• My uncle passed away over the weekend.
• My two jobs seem to rape me every day and every night.
• I’ve been sick since Sunday.
• In the last 72 hours, I’ve only had 6 hours of sleep.

April is not my month. Sooo not my month.

And now, I shall sleep.

“Isn’t Dad enough? Isn’t Dad enough?”

Whenever I’d face God for a little conversation, this was all I could tell him. “Isn’t Dad enough?” And in between words were cries of anger and sighs of disappointment.

But now, after the successful surgery yesterday and knowing that cancer never really hit second base, my prayers are composed of two words. “Thank you.”

I already lost a parent to cancer, I won’t give up the other to the same killer. Never.

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Dear cancer,

You failed to get my mother. Just her boobs. Enjoy.

We won.

Now, fuck off and stay away from my family.

Pfffffbt!

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On the way to my apartment last Tuesday morning, I suddenly became the victim of a hit-and-run somewhere along Kamuning Road. It wasn’t a major accident but DAMN.

My left foot got run over by a black car. (Was I cursing in Arabic?)

My left arm was also hurt. Got a wound on my elbow.

Failed to see the plate number. It was fast. Asshole driver. The light was RED!

But I believe in Karma. And I know there’ll be damnation for the driver. I am leaving it up to St. Peep Peep, the patron saint of hit-and-run victims.

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I was climbing the stairs to the North Avenue Station of MRT yesterday morning when I tripped on my toe and fell almost flat on my tummy. My face on the floor.

Cue: “Clumsy coz I’m falling in looove…” (Fergie)

But I won’t blame love really. Blame the frakkin’ driver of the frakkin’ car that ran over my frakkin’ foot.

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Oh, allow me to be a bit narcissistic, answer my FriendTest. Hehehe.

And please help me do my job well. Answer the POLL question of the week on the sidebar. It’s work-related. Thank you very much.

My foot still hurts. Dammit.
*image courtesy of gannsdeen.com, risintide.org.uk

Accidents happen. Whether it’s just a young girl choking on her hotdog sandwich to a major unintentional nuclear explosion, accidents have a way of sneaking up on people when we least expect them.

All over the planet, countless accidents happen every minute. In fact, next to diseases and other health problems, it is the second leading cause of death throughout the world. Some accidents occur on the individual level like a simple tripping on your toe. Others are so huge that they claim thousands of lives and create significant impact on the society.

This is a list of the world’s most tragic accidents in history. Bear in mind that the items here are not sorted by death toll. Ultimately, these devastating moments in history affected the world and changed how we see and deal with our lives. Note that this list does not include events that were caused by deliberate violence or natural disasters.

10. THE BIHAR TRAIN DISASTER

Bihar, India, 1981
268 dead, 300 missing

June 6, 1981 is an unforgettable day for the people of Bihar, India. On this day, a passenger train carrying more than 500 passengers and travelling between Saharsa and Mansi derailed and plunged into the Bagmati river. It is considered India’s most tragic railway disaster. The real cause of the accident is still uncertain but many believe that it was one of the three: a cyclone, flash flooding and, believe it or not, brake failure while avoiding to hit a water buffalo. Yes, a kalabaw.

Many people believe that the worst train tragedy in recorded history is the “Queen of the Sea” disaster in Sri Lanka. But since it was caused by a tsunami, which is a force of nature, it is intentionally excluded from the list.

9. THE TENERIFE COLLISION

Canary Islands, Spain, 1977
583 dead

Traveling by plane is often considered the safest. The death toll caused by plane crashes has barely reached 14,000 in the last century. Still, others argue that if we compare the ratio of air accidents to the total number of flights, the figures are still disturbing.

The Tenerife collision is the worst plane accident since plane was invented. March 27, 1977: two Boeing 747 airliners (Pan American World Airways Flight 1763 and KLM Royal Dutch Airlines Flight 4805) collided at Los Rodeos on the island of Tenerife, killing 583 people. KLM 4805 was taking off on the airport’s only runway when it crashed into Pan Am 1736, taxiing on the same runway. A massive explosion happened, followed by a huge ball of fire. The sound was heard throughout the island.

8. THE SINKING OF THE USS INDIANAPOLIS

Philippine Sea, 1945
579+ dead

A few weeks before the end of World War II, the USS Indianapolis, a US Navy Portland-class heavy cruiser carrying 1196 men, was en route to Leyte in the Philippines from Guam. They never made it to the Philippines. The cruiser sank completely 12 minutes after a torpedo from a Japanese submarine hit it.

You might be thinking that this should not be included in this list because war is definitely an act of deliberate violence; however, it is not the sinking per se. Only around 300 people were trapped on it. A total of 896 men were able to leave the ship. In fact, they were able to call for rescue a number of times but it was denied because it was thought to be sent by a Japanese submarine setting them up for a trap.

The poor sailors stayed floating in the middle of the ocean for more than four days. Without any food and water, some were tempted to drink seawater which sentenced them to dehydration. Many perished because of this.

What was more terrifying was that it was shark-infested. For four days, they were floating in the open sea and every three to four hours, sharks would attack and prey on them. For four days, they were waiting to be rescued while silk sharks, blue sharks and oceanic whitetip sharks in groups of 120 to 150 would have a feast. Of the 896 who survived the sinking of the ship, only 317 were alive when they were finally rescued.

Although sharks played a significant part in this incredibly traumatic tragedy, it wouldn’t have happened had they not ignored the distress calls. It still boils down to human error, making it one of the most tragic accidents in Naval history.

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I originally wrote this part for crunkish.com, an amazing website that we put up. Hehe. Anyway, Let’s continue with the bashing. Hihi. If you missed the first half, click here. But first, a disclaimer: I’m actually guilty of being one (or maybe two or more) of these. Go figure. Haha.

10. THE SPAMMERS

I don’t know why I chose this picture, haha. (Hey, he looks like spam personified, hahaha.) Spammers are those who flood your inbox with e-mails telling 10-year old boys how to apply for a mortgage and encouraging straight women to enlarge their male genitalia. Spams fill up your inbox that it can be so hard to find which messages are real. Now, that’s really annoying. I know they’re just doing their jobs but oh well, their jobs SUCK.

And then there are trolls. They are those who purposely start a heated argument in online forums by flamebaiting. These attention-seekers would do all sorts of things to create discussion chaos by attacking other posters on a forum without listening to what they have to say. Even when they know they are wrong, they still insist just for the purpose of ruining the peaceful, smooth flow of opinions.

How to deal: A spam-blocker is enough to avoid spammers. When it comes to trolls, the best thing to do is ignore them and not reply to their posts.

9. THE KNOW-IT-ALLS

We understand that some people are just so knowledgeable that they sure know something wherever you lead the conversation to. Yes, we certainly understand that. What is annoying is when these people start to act like they know everything — as in EVERYTHING.

Have you ever had a a classmate who always has an answer to almost anything your teacher asks? What is more irritating is when he answers even those that are rhetorical. (Wahaha, sounds like my Broad Comm classmates, hihi).

Know-it-alls think that they know everything there is in the world and that they are always right. Most of the time, they also assume that everything they know are things that other people haven’t heard of. Another pesky habit they have is they cut you off in the middle of the conversation and they will be the ones who would start talking about the same topic as if you aren’t credible enough. What’s up with that?

How to deal: When in an argument with a know-it-all, never tell him that he’s wrong. Instead, say that you disagree and explain why. Enumerate your reasons and back them up with evidence that can be verified. Do all these in your most polite way.

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