Pinoy Blog Machine (Beta)

It’s been a week since my last entry, and before I lose momentum again, I’d better post something. It’s not the lack of material to write about, for ideas come in unexpected times and places. But I couldn’t be bothered to stop and jot them down, which I often regret when my Wordpress page nags me to type something… anything.

Blogging can be a demanding commitment, too. If only because readership stats taking a steady dive isn’t a pleasant thing to see. Even if I had earlier on told myself that it’s mainly for leisure, and that I can’t be pressured. I lost much opportunity for link love when I failed to join the recently concluded Top Ten Emerging Influential Blogs of 2007. I got nominations from Jim and Massa P, and hadn’t procrastination set in, could have had fun at least. I can never be at par with those who won, but being in the list on its first two weeks was exciting, and being recognized by two of my most favored bloggers was gratifying.

The piled up memes, tag games and invitation posts, are another story. Getting them sure gets me worked up. But putting ideas into writing needed more push. I guess I should have paid more attention in Mrs. Andoy’s Journalism class. And Mrs. Gamotin’s S-V, S-V-O, S-V-IO-O chant shouldn’t have been boring! And maybe, I shouldn’t aim so much to impress.

Regretful and repentant, I’m back.

The title is inspired by a phrase found in a submitted article at Nakanampucha!

I was at the gym earlier and I kinda noticed how the person in-charge of maintaining the facility kept on playing “thug-type” rap music…!  Then I noticed how similar all these songs sounded… and how all their lyrics are laced err… rather “filled” (to the brim) with profanity and expletives!

It’s like all they could say is “bitch”, “fuck”, “motherfucker”, and all the other crap you could think of.  I bet if you ask them to write some rap lyrics without the profanity, they’d be “dumbfucked” (pun intended).

No wonder the rap genre is at a decline… all the same words intertwined with unoriginal resampled choruses of old songs.  Ok… not only can they ONLY talk about bitches and motherfuckers and “capping” (”shooting” for the uninformed) other “niggas” (as they would normally call one another in their songs)… they also DON’T KNOW how to write original melodies to match their unrequited violent verses.

When they realize (yes, they also have realizations like normal people) that the words they’ve been using have been too worn out, they make up a bunch of new “slang” terminologies which actually have the same definitions as their old words… then they use these “made up” words to reconstruct new verses, which, in reality ARE the same in gist.

People actually buy THIS stuff?!!!

Why can’t most of them rap like some very few upstanding African-Americans in the music industry such as Will Smith who doesn’t believe in intertwining profanity with his lyrics?

Thug-Rap.  All about hatred… All about sex… All about violence… unoriginal… and NO musicality.  Such a pity… and an embarrassment to the industry.  Tsk-tsk!

Oh… and if you’re still wondering about the buy in charge of the music at the gym… yeah, I told him I’d be permanently leaving him with some new CDs when I come back… something with REAL MUSIC!

Contributor: Jun Anteola
Website/Blog: http://junanteola.wordpress.com/

Jun says:
“I got this from a multiply.com contact’s page. It’s not written by him, just forwarded to him by a friend. I guess pinagpasa-pasa na ito sa email, pero nakakatawa and I thought worth sharing sa Nakanampucha!” 

A Love Story

We’ ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it’s only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me. He said, “I hope you don’t mine. Can I get your number?” Nag-worry ako. What if he doesn’t give it back? He explained naman na it’s so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko, connect me if i’m wrong but are you asking me ouch? Nabigla siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears.

Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his feelings, we’ll go ouch na rin. Now, we’re so in love. Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our fried. Kasi, I’m 33 na and I’m running our time. After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. “Will you marriage me?” I’m in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin mo, when it rains, it’s four! This is true good to be true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many splendor.

Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything swell to pieces. Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng, “Well, well, well. Look do we have here.” What the fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some slacks! I didn’t want this to get our hand kaya I had to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her boyfriend. Ats if! I don’t want to portrait the role of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told her, “please, mine you own business!” Who would believe her anyway?

Dahil it’s not my problem anymore but her problem anymore, tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo. Everything is coming up daisies. I’m so happy. Even my boyfriend said liketwice. He’s so supportive. Sabi niya, “Look at is this way. She’s our of our lives.” Kaya advise ko sa inyo - take the risk. You can never can tell. Just burn the bridge when you get there. Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we’ll just pray for the internal and external repose of your soul. I second emotion.

Pumasok na ang bagyong Egay sa Pilipinas. Malamang, uulan sa mga sumusunod na araw.

Ito ang pang-limang bagyong papasok sa bansa. Ibig sabihin, more storms to come.

Kaya naman, tinignan ko ang website ng PAG-ASA para sa kumpletong listahan ng mga pangalan na ibibigay sa mga bagyo. Kaso, wala akong nakita. Kaya naman, gumawa ako ng sariling listahan ng pangalan ng bagyo:

A-E: Tapos na

F- Falayfay

G-Greta (kontrobersiyal kasi si Gretchen ngayong taon)

H- Hipnesia (ang pangalang inimbento ko yata.)

I- Indira (In honor of Indira Gandhi)

J- Jopay (para pamatay; malakas na bagyo; mas malakas kay Milenyo

K- Kokey (mala-UFO ang effect)

L- Luningning (feeling ko, gagamitin ang pangalan na ito)

M- Margarita (madrama ang bagyong ito, marunong pang sumayaw)

N- Nonong (Nagamit na ata to.)

O- Oca (Amoy baktol ‘to.)

P- Pida (Wala lang)

Q- Qatar, Qusina, Qulambo, Qare-Qare

R- Rihanna (Bagyo. You need: Umbrella, ella, ella)

S- Salvi (Peace, Padre Salvi)

T- Tita/Tina

U- Ungga (para may local flavor)

V- Vicky

W- Winona

X- Xyrza

Y- Yolanda (tunog senior citizen. mahina lang yan)

Z- Zandra (bigating bagyo yan. mas mabuting wag na lang lumabas ng bahay.)