Television is full of crappy things. Back home, watching TV especially on the local channels, are the very least of my interest. Our 50 inch screen is useful to my sister and I for watching DVD's and anything worth watching on cable channel. It's just full of stupid and uninteresting people. A deceitful maniac hosting a show that is supposed to be wholesome. That's just one.
Tonight I have seen the most pointless, dull, frivolous, inappropriate and ill-considered commercial ever.
I was watching House M.D. and then the commercial was on.....
It's a redbull cartoon ad with stupid flying pigs (as the ad always point out, redbull gives you wings) and a boy who wanted to go to a strip bar. A boy, yes, and his mom who finally gave in to his request the moment she saw the flying pigs. Now that's odd.
A complete 30 second of madness..
In the video the boy "politely" said he wanted to go to "the gentlemen's club" but on TV it was Strip bar. You may want to see the rest of the silly ads of redbull. But i suggest you do not. =P
I don't have anything much to say about this video. 98% of its content is true, otherwise i would not bother trying to share this thing. Being in the third world country and proud of it? Yes. I'd say I earned it. Our government is the worst thing that ever happened to our country. The remaining 2% of this, is my argument. It is quite unfair to always blame poverty to those who are in a nicer and more pleasant position. Businessman or not, in politics or not some people are just blessed with a better life than the lot because they rightfully deserve it in exchange for their hard work and endless effort to be in the position they are in the society.
Some of the people i know, they are less fortunate than myself but they have chosen to stay that way rather than to study because they have given the chance to do so and be able to have a better job in the future but they just do not want to. Basically, some of the poor people choose to be that way. When they decided to ditch high school get their girlfriend pregnant instead and be jobless while raising a kid and then decided to add another unfortunate kid to live the life their parents chose to have and starve, live on the streets, blame the government for not having a job, being homeless when you will come to think of it, it is their fault in the first place, that day they have decided to ditch school and the chain just keeps on going and going and going...
One thing's for sure. It is hopeless. It is happening, yes. Some people are making it happen and some are just letting it happen. Discipline. The very essential thing that our nation do not possess.
Sharing the same nationality with other Filipino who have "Earned" the pride being a proud Filipino doesn't give you the liberty to celebrate being in your own race. They worked hard for it, it's theirs, it's their time, their lime light.
Although, Charice Pempengco became a bit overrated for me, she really does "earned" that Filipino Pride, regardless if she Enjoys being compared to a Keychain by Paris Hilton, she's young and she's rubbing elbows with the hollywood stars, so who cares!
Manny Pacquiao, will always and forever be Manny Pacquiao whoever takes the line for his autograph, whether it's Angelina Jolie or Kim Kardashian. He too ditched school when he was younger because of "extreme poverty" as written on Wikipedia (for Pacman's Biography) and he suffered the consequences for that choice, now that he is known Globally. He was mocked because of his inability to speak well in English, again WHO CARES?? You're no boxer, I'm no boxer, You can't knock your opponent down in 2nd round, I can't either, we're no "six-division world champion" so who cares, He's pacquiao, what important is he is learning now. A well-deserved-chin-high-pride "earned" for Pacman. 'nuff said. But I still wished he didn't pursued the pathetic world of Philippine Politics.
I might left you wondering about the "earned" thing. Watch the Video. :)
I am a newbie in Blogger, but not in blogging. I have started this new blog site again. I missed writing just about anything that i could think of, so for my first post, a little something that i have experienced recently.
I am no OFW although I am OVERSEAS, I am a FILIPINO but I am not a WORKER here :) These past few weeks I get to see the life of an OFW no matter how aware I am with the life of an OFW, My dad's an OFW, my brother's an OFW, my brother-in-law's an OFW so as his wife, my sister is now an OFW and most of my family is abroad. Fortunate to have been accepted in a good company in their respective fields, it is rewarding in some ways but its one heck of a sacrifice. It really is, like as it was for me, living here away from the life that I am used to back in the Philippines. Its a totally different thing, at home (at Philly) I can just sit around all day and expect a food on the table. Here, you don't cook, buy or dine out you will starve. There, whenever i feel like going out, go anywhere, anytime i can drive my car and be comfortable, here you take the bus, take time to remember each bus number with their respective routes, swipe your bus card if you have one or pay some coins and if you get lucky you can seat or you can take an overly-priced taxi with some rude-none-english speaking-taxi-driver. Back home, (yes i can really say there's no place like home!) At home you get out of your room, open the gate or wait for Apong or Nico or Kuya Boy or Yaya to open the gate for you and just drive away, same thing when you get back, a little beep-beep here and there wait for someone to open the gate then voila! you're home. Here, you get out of the house, go to the elevator press the disgusting buttons that god knows who have pushed that buttons and where..oh i don't want to know!.. then wait for a minute or two to endure the annoying sound inside the elevator before you get off and go straight to the gate to push another button and then finally you're out. That is just for leaving the building, when you decided to go back you must be ready to stand right in front of the gate where you need to key in your number combination and be able to grant an access inside the building and repeat the catastrophic elevator experience and then you're home. At the Philippines, all your friends are there, your family, your Yaya who cleans the house, wash the dishes and do the laundry for you, your Mom who cooks for you. Here you do it all by yourself. *sigh.. Life...
Well now, that may seemed unfair, there are good things in here too. See, here you can go out late at night for a Hot Choco or if you prefer Ice cream without worrying much cause its safer unlike in the Philippines you go out around 10PM to get some Ice cream consider yourself very lucky if you didn't get robbed or killed or both. And once you get out of the building almost everything that you need is just 3-5 minutes walk away. There are a lot of free things here. You can run in a stadium, go for a gym and workout for free, go to a park for free and a lot more compared to the Philippines every move you make cost you a Peso. But I miss home, I miss everyone there, one mortal enemy of an OFW as they say, "Homesickness!" So true. especially when you have left someone back home. Its a whole lot of a different thing and I'm learning everyday from it.
