the mungo conspiracy

I really should stop smoking. It's bad for me and all that. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Shut up already. I know. Ok? The thing is, though I know that "smoking kills" to be a scientific fact, at the back of my mind I still believe I can get away with it. And by getting away with it, I mean I believe that I will die some other way and not because of lung cancer or emphysema. We all gotta go someday -- smoking or non-smoking. So yeah, chances are, I am going to get run over by a bus. So, no sense me quitting now. You see, though I believe that smoking can kill me, that level of belief is not the same as say, a bullet to the head. Prove to me that smoking is definitely going to kill me and I will stop right now. There is a point to this blog post. And it is not an attempt to make smoking sound cool. No. This is my attempt to explain how these "believers" can invoke the name of God in their attempts to dupe the public and evade justice. There is a glut of that on local ne...

Hundreds of thousands of devotees unmindful of the terror threat that a government determined to not get caught with their pants down had to unleash the full might of the Philippine National Police. A strange spectacle to some. A major inconvenience to most. And all I can think about is why? Why is there no such thing as pork mami? I mean you have beef, you have chicken, why does pork have to hide as wanton? Wanton is made of pork right? I don't know. Maybe it is just too early in the year for me. But I have a feeling that something is terribly wrong somewhere. This bigotry against pork has got to stop.

In this year of the water dragon, idiots will continue to seriously consider the predictions of feng shui experts as reported by journalists who are either too dumb or too lazy to realize that these are blatant lies. I don't know, as predictions go, maybe experts who can give financial advise or predict business trends are too much of a crazy idea for the Filipino audience. So yeah, let's continue on with brain farts given the legitimacy of news reports. We are all just too dumb.

Second day of the year and I'm back at the salt mines, trying my darndest best to make this final year in the Mayan calendar count.