Humor in the Third Person Perspective

SO KAHAPON, nakaupo kami ni Papa sa kusina, tas bigla siyang nag-reklamo tungkol sa mga napanood niya sa Unang Hirit at nabasa sa INQ7. Nagpasa daw ng proposition na iraise ang pork barrel ng mga congressman kahit na sobra-sobra na yung mayroon sila. Tas even so, wala pa ring gumagawa ng paraan para ma-tigil na yung mga ganito (Miriam Defensor-Santiago is not enough).

Masasama daw ang mga balita.

Pinapaisip daw siya.

Galit daw siya sa utak niya.

Tapos minention rin niya na may balak siya–at gagawin niya talaga!–na mag-ransom ng anak-mayaman at ikulong, gutumin, pahirapan. Ang release niya ay nagrerest sa condition na pakainin, pabahayin, at bigyan ng trabaho ang isang buong hilera ng squatters sa isang particular na lugar, say Quiapo.

In-add niya yung reaction ng anak pag-karelease. Yung complaints, pagka-"cono", rants etc… tas yung reaction niya nuong pinakita sa kanya kung anong ginawa para mabayaran yung ransom. Astig kasi napaka-cinematic nung execution. Hindi ko ma-explain. Basta, astig.

Tas naisipan rin naming magtayo ng terrorist.assassination group para may kwenta naman kami sa pakana ng Pinas. Sabi daw kasi niya, hindi daw natututo ang Pinas kasi walang namamatay. Dapat may mamatay. Collateral damage. Kung may mali sa sistema, tanggalin ang kamalian. Ano ang mali? Ang mga nagpapatakbo mismo. At kung di sila ginawan ng paraan soon, mas worse pa siguro ang mangyayari sa kanila. Death by assassination would be much cooler.

Astig. Kahapon ko pa gusto ipost to.

Oh no, I posted the emo post, which seems so emo to me right now but when read again or when read in the point of view of other people does not seem a heck emo at all.

Meanwhile, I have to water my mother’s plants which I forgot to do earlier due to all those emo-isms, if they may be called that. Heck, it’s two years–I mean, two minutes to 12:30AM.

Tatay: "Alam mo kung pa’no mo matanggal ‘yang neurosis mo?

Tigilan mo ‘ng pagiisip."

Can’t do it. I’m addicted to thinking. I’m addicted to nightly, before-falling-asleep, eyebrow-knotting, almost-or-actually brooding thinking. Also, I’m addicted to Magic, the Trading Card game, but that’s not really the topic of interest now.

But then again, is there really any?

… :c

This afternoon, I walked around QueSci with EMO written on my forehead and SLIT and CUT HERE doodled across my wrists. And I was in all black with my hair down. And the word "emo" was repeated too much. Perhaps it was just something like a stint for the day done for the heck of it, but there’s something about walking around with stuff written on my bare visible skin… something that makes me think of the black ink which once said "EMO" seeping into my forehead, into my brain, mixing with all those chemicals causing imbalances, the muck in my skull now black slime… Agh, my life is a black abyss.

She dubs herself emo.

Oh gaad. No.

LESLY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MEEE?!?!

Agh. *emoez*