Just a bit of a laugh.
Actual call centre conversations !!!!!
Customer: "I've been ringing 0700 2300 for two days and can't get through to enquiries, can you help?".
Operator: "Where did you get that number from, sir?".
Customer: "It was on the door to the Travel Centre".
Operator: "Sir, they are our opening hours".
Samsung Electronics
Caller: "Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?"
Operator: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand who you are talking about".
Caller: "On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax machine from the AC wall socket and telephone Jack before cleaning. Now, can you give me the number for Jack?"
Operator: "I think you mean the telephone point on the wall".
RAC Motoring Services
Caller: "Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am travelling in Australia?"
Operator: " Doesn't the product name give you a clue?"
Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while travelling in France): "If I register my car in France, do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?"
Directory Enquiries
Caller: "I'd like the number of the Argoed Fish Bar in Cardiff please".
Operator: "I'm sorry, there's no listing. Is the spelling correct?"
Caller: "Well, it used to be called the Bargoed Fish Bar but the 'B' fell off".
Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.
Operator: "Woven? Are you sure?"
Caller: "Yes. That's what it says on the label; Woven in Scotland".
On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone box told a worried operator:
"I haven't got a pen, so I'm steaming up the window to write the number on".
Tech Support: "I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop".
Customer: "OK".
Tech Support: "Did you get a pop-up menu?".
Customer: "No".
Tech Support: "OK. Right-Click again. Do you see a pop-up menu?"
Customer: "No".
Tech Support: "OK, sir. Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?".
Customer: "Sure. You told me to write 'click' and I wrote 'click'".
Tech Support: "OK. In the bottom left hand side of the screen, can you see the 'OK' button displayed?"
Customer: "Wow. How can you see my screen from there?"
Caller: "I deleted a file from my PC last week and I have just realised that I need it. If I turn my system clock back two weeks will I have my file back again?".
There's always one. This has got to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department. Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for "Termination without Cause".Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee.
(Now I know why they record these conversations! ):
Operator: "Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?"
Caller: "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect. "
Operator: "What sort of trouble??"
Caller: "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
Operator: "Went away?"
Caller: "They disappeared. "
Operator: "Hmm So what does your screen look like now?"
Caller: "Nothing."
Operator: "Nothing??"
Caller: "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."
Operator: "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??"
Caller: "How do I tell?"
Operator: "Can you see the C: prompt on the screen??"
Caller: "What's a sea-prompt?"
Operator: "Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"
Caller: "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."
Operator: "Does your monitor have a power indicator??"
Caller: "What's a monitor?"
Operator: "It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on??"
Caller: "I don't know."
Operator: "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??"
Caller: "Yes, I think so."
Operator: "Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.
Caller: "Yes, it is."
Operator: "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."
Caller: "Okay, here it is."
Operator: "Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."
Caller: "I can't reach."
Operator: "Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over??"
Caller: "Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle- it's because it's dark."
Operator: "Dark??"
Caller: "Yes - the office light is off, and the only lightI have is coming in from the window."
Operator: "Well, turn on the office light then."
Caller: "I can't."
Operator: "No? Why not??"
Caller: "Because there's a power failure."
Operator: "A power....... .. A power failure? Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in??"
Caller: "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
Operator: "Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
Caller: "Really? Is it that bad?"
Operator: "Yes, I'm afraid it is."
Caller: "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??"
Operator: "Tell them you're too $*%ing stupid to own a computer!!!! !
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Isang Maikling Panaginip
May 13, 2007, sometime before 5:30 a.m.
Dinalaw ako ng isang maikling panaginip. Sa panaginip na ito, natutulog daw ako. May katabi akong dalawang lalaki, isa sa kanan at isa sa kaliwa. Lahat kami ay nakatagilid, at nakaharap sa iisang direksyon. Nagulat na lamang ako nang biglang naramdaman ko sa aking likod ang isang matigas na bagay. ____ ng katabi ko. Ang sarap ng pakiramdam. Hinawakan nya ang aking kamay, at nang lilingon na ako para tingnan sya at para magawa na namin ang dapat gawin.... NAGISING AKO!!! Hindi na ako muling nakatulog pa... Bad trip di ba?! Sana isa sa mga gabing ito ay mapanaginipan ko uli yon, at sana, hindi na bitin.
Dinalaw ako ng isang maikling panaginip. Sa panaginip na ito, natutulog daw ako. May katabi akong dalawang lalaki, isa sa kanan at isa sa kaliwa. Lahat kami ay nakatagilid, at nakaharap sa iisang direksyon. Nagulat na lamang ako nang biglang naramdaman ko sa aking likod ang isang matigas na bagay. ____ ng katabi ko. Ang sarap ng pakiramdam. Hinawakan nya ang aking kamay, at nang lilingon na ako para tingnan sya at para magawa na namin ang dapat gawin.... NAGISING AKO!!! Hindi na ako muling nakatulog pa... Bad trip di ba?! Sana isa sa mga gabing ito ay mapanaginipan ko uli yon, at sana, hindi na bitin.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Pasas...
It is nearly a revealing fact, almost disturbing. I just learned about this last February 14 when I dropped by in Megamall (around 6:30 - 7 PM, 2nd Flr, Building B):
(...ahh...my conscience is groping my neck,
claws clenched, stabbing right thru my throat:
trying hard to stop me to spill this truth....)
(Drum roll please!)
“I’VE NEVER SEEN SEVERAL GUYS SIMULTANEOUSLY BRUSHING THEIR TEETH (SO CLINICALLY GRAPHIC IT IS AMUSING, TWO THUMBS UP!) INSIDE THE MEN’S ROOM.”
Whoa! He he he. (Thanks sa drum roll.)
(...my conscience finaly let go of me,
I sense his complete retirement
and then sabay sabi nung kupal,
"Inggit ka lang!"
Ngek. "Hindi ah!" ..)
I forgot about this event in my personal blog coz a helluva of things had happened. Since I promised something soda, I rathered post it in United. Have a great weekends.
(...ahh...my conscience is groping my neck,
claws clenched, stabbing right thru my throat:
trying hard to stop me to spill this truth....)
(Drum roll please!)
“I’VE NEVER SEEN SEVERAL GUYS SIMULTANEOUSLY BRUSHING THEIR TEETH (SO CLINICALLY GRAPHIC IT IS AMUSING, TWO THUMBS UP!) INSIDE THE MEN’S ROOM.”
Whoa! He he he. (Thanks sa drum roll.)
(...my conscience finaly let go of me,
I sense his complete retirement
and then sabay sabi nung kupal,
"Inggit ka lang!"
Ngek. "Hindi ah!" ..)
I forgot about this event in my personal blog coz a helluva of things had happened. Since I promised something soda, I rathered post it in United. Have a great weekends.
Friday, January 19, 2007
You Conceited Arrogant Bastard-Jerk of a Pootfah, You Braggart, You...
I know you've cut yourself before,
swallowed countless pills and more
but look inside these bloodstained doors
to see my life is worse than yours.
Why do humans brag?
I was wondering why we, as supposedly the most advanced specie on this planet, have this deep-seated urge to brag to each other the exciting and interesting (sic) facets of our life. These stories, much as they are entertaining, can become quite boring once the novelty wears off.
In book sales, book clubs and even the most hallowed libraries, we could hear people muttering about the latest books they've bought: books written by this so-and-so author. Asked what they understood from the book, they'd blush in embarrassment and just simply say the book was so deep for their understanding, which, to them, makes it all the more valuable. I mean, what is the use of a book if you cannot understand it at all? That is, of course, aside from self-defense, miscellaneous paperweight, surface, part of a costume, props or an impressive collection of smart clean (and unused) hardbound tomes.
These days, it seems that it does not matter what you know but who you know. A lot of people have resorted to name dropping, claiming to have had rubbed elbows, sexual contact or a small plate of peanuts with this best friend of the cousin of a sexy star. In all their nonsense talk, it would appear that the name of the sexy star, who happens to be a complete stranger to them, has a greater effect than that of their best friend or cousin, who practically know them for years or so.
I, too, would not claim immunity to this. I do regret to say that I have probably made one of the biggest mistakes in my life.
Allow me to elaborate. I was waiting for an interview at a certain building in a certain commercial district when I happened to nod my head and doze lightly. I could have hardly afforded such sleepiness during a job interview so I descended to the ground floor to search for coffee. Just coffee. Just something with caffeine that would wake me up enough.
I found two coffee shops, which, to my utter shock and horror, sold coffee at prices more than a hundred bucks each. In my defense, it is quite different just hearing of these things and actually experiencing an equivalent of a highway robbery right in front of the counter. Worse, the "coffee" I bought did almost nothing to wake me up. For comparison, my instant coffee, which costs less than twenty bucks a pack, keeps me awake for at least four hours while this... "special" coffee gave me under two hours before my eyelids involuntarily dropped down. Oh yeah, it did taste just a little better than my regular coffee and left an interesting raspberry aftertaste I could smell on my breath up to half an hour later: an experience as enjoyable as paying for it is not.
If this coffee they sell in "chic" shops really just taste like coffee and doesn't actually have caffeine, then I suppose I should no longer be wondering how people can spend their entire day inside one and still get enough sleep at night.
Interestingly, though, a lot of people do loiter around these shops for hours on end, purchasing nothing more than a really, really small cup of coffee barely enough to drown a hamster in. I am more than aware that these people aren't really there for the coffee or the other stuff the shop offers, like blueberry cheesecake or strawberry shortcake, no. They're there simply because they want to be seen there. How pathetic is that? In my ardent desire not to be associated with these people, I hurriedly left the shop, drank my coffee bottoms-up and headed for the elevator.
The job interview lasted for an hour, giving me enough free time to get the hell out of the commercial district and catch a bus home before finally dozing off into a shallow slumber. I would be first to confess that I had inadvertently volunteered too much information partly, to impress the interviewer, but mostly to bag the job. Let's not go into that, though; I am never too keen to discuss to other people my shortcomings, at least, those that I already am aware of.
Lastly, though, I have noticed another form of bragging, which, at first glance, does not seem to be bragging at all. How many times have we heard of people "bemoaning" to each other how tormented their life is? It usually begins with one person saying, "My life sucks. I just blah-blah, so-and-so."
Not to be outdone, the other will respond, "You think your life sucks? See, I'm this-and-that. Such-and-such happened."
A third person could very well pipe in, "That's nothing. See here, I used to be dum-dee-dum but then tra-la-la and so you see, I live a pathetic life."
Do these kind of people amuse you? Do they enjoy showing the world how pitiful their circumstances are? Are they competing for sympathy? (I do think the supplies of sympathy worldwide has become alarmingly limited) I don't think so.
What I do think is that, viewed from another angle, they are bragging. They're not having a contest just to see whose life sucks the most. They're also trying to outdo to each other that, not only did they experience those stuff but they also survived it. It's like swapping war stories and determining who survived the worst war.
I believe, though, that I have already observed a bit too much, so I'm gonna stop here. 'coz you see, I've already had to put up with a lot in my life. It's really pathetic, dealing with all those people; my life sucks, right? Eh what? You had a bad day? That's nothing; see here...
Alright, alright. I'm stopping here. Really.
swallowed countless pills and more
but look inside these bloodstained doors
to see my life is worse than yours.
Why do humans brag?
I was wondering why we, as supposedly the most advanced specie on this planet, have this deep-seated urge to brag to each other the exciting and interesting (sic) facets of our life. These stories, much as they are entertaining, can become quite boring once the novelty wears off.
In book sales, book clubs and even the most hallowed libraries, we could hear people muttering about the latest books they've bought: books written by this so-and-so author. Asked what they understood from the book, they'd blush in embarrassment and just simply say the book was so deep for their understanding, which, to them, makes it all the more valuable. I mean, what is the use of a book if you cannot understand it at all? That is, of course, aside from self-defense, miscellaneous paperweight, surface, part of a costume, props or an impressive collection of smart clean (and unused) hardbound tomes.
These days, it seems that it does not matter what you know but who you know. A lot of people have resorted to name dropping, claiming to have had rubbed elbows, sexual contact or a small plate of peanuts with this best friend of the cousin of a sexy star. In all their nonsense talk, it would appear that the name of the sexy star, who happens to be a complete stranger to them, has a greater effect than that of their best friend or cousin, who practically know them for years or so.
I, too, would not claim immunity to this. I do regret to say that I have probably made one of the biggest mistakes in my life.
Allow me to elaborate. I was waiting for an interview at a certain building in a certain commercial district when I happened to nod my head and doze lightly. I could have hardly afforded such sleepiness during a job interview so I descended to the ground floor to search for coffee. Just coffee. Just something with caffeine that would wake me up enough.
I found two coffee shops, which, to my utter shock and horror, sold coffee at prices more than a hundred bucks each. In my defense, it is quite different just hearing of these things and actually experiencing an equivalent of a highway robbery right in front of the counter. Worse, the "coffee" I bought did almost nothing to wake me up. For comparison, my instant coffee, which costs less than twenty bucks a pack, keeps me awake for at least four hours while this... "special" coffee gave me under two hours before my eyelids involuntarily dropped down. Oh yeah, it did taste just a little better than my regular coffee and left an interesting raspberry aftertaste I could smell on my breath up to half an hour later: an experience as enjoyable as paying for it is not.
If this coffee they sell in "chic" shops really just taste like coffee and doesn't actually have caffeine, then I suppose I should no longer be wondering how people can spend their entire day inside one and still get enough sleep at night.
Interestingly, though, a lot of people do loiter around these shops for hours on end, purchasing nothing more than a really, really small cup of coffee barely enough to drown a hamster in. I am more than aware that these people aren't really there for the coffee or the other stuff the shop offers, like blueberry cheesecake or strawberry shortcake, no. They're there simply because they want to be seen there. How pathetic is that? In my ardent desire not to be associated with these people, I hurriedly left the shop, drank my coffee bottoms-up and headed for the elevator.
The job interview lasted for an hour, giving me enough free time to get the hell out of the commercial district and catch a bus home before finally dozing off into a shallow slumber. I would be first to confess that I had inadvertently volunteered too much information partly, to impress the interviewer, but mostly to bag the job. Let's not go into that, though; I am never too keen to discuss to other people my shortcomings, at least, those that I already am aware of.
Lastly, though, I have noticed another form of bragging, which, at first glance, does not seem to be bragging at all. How many times have we heard of people "bemoaning" to each other how tormented their life is? It usually begins with one person saying, "My life sucks. I just blah-blah, so-and-so."
Not to be outdone, the other will respond, "You think your life sucks? See, I'm this-and-that. Such-and-such happened."
A third person could very well pipe in, "That's nothing. See here, I used to be dum-dee-dum but then tra-la-la and so you see, I live a pathetic life."
Do these kind of people amuse you? Do they enjoy showing the world how pitiful their circumstances are? Are they competing for sympathy? (I do think the supplies of sympathy worldwide has become alarmingly limited) I don't think so.
What I do think is that, viewed from another angle, they are bragging. They're not having a contest just to see whose life sucks the most. They're also trying to outdo to each other that, not only did they experience those stuff but they also survived it. It's like swapping war stories and determining who survived the worst war.
I believe, though, that I have already observed a bit too much, so I'm gonna stop here. 'coz you see, I've already had to put up with a lot in my life. It's really pathetic, dealing with all those people; my life sucks, right? Eh what? You had a bad day? That's nothing; see here...
Alright, alright. I'm stopping here. Really.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Rules Of Engagement
adopted from: www.phanksmaster.blogspot.com
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How do you get back at an asshole who flirts with your boyfriend 24/7?
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1. Get the guy's number from your buddy's phone.
2. Access Friendster. Steal a hunk's photo from the website.
3. Create a new account at G4M. Upload the stolen photo(s) of the guy from friendster. Write an interesting profile that would give an impression to readers that your character is very naughty yet leads a very productive life.
4. Include the mobile phone number of the boyfriend-flirter.
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1. Access MIRC in an internet cafe. Create an attention-grabbing chat handle such as "Tripper9" or "Hunktoploader". Ensure that the chat handle will adopt a very masculine persona in the chatroom.
2. Respond to every sexual ads within your area. Use the G4M account you have created to reinforce the market value of the chat handle you are representing in MIRC.
3. When the final details have been concluded between you and the chatter, use the boyfriend-flirter's number as contact information.
4. Log out from the chatroom. Repeat process number 1.
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1. Acquire all smut tabloids available in your friendly neighborhood newstand.
2. There is always a textmate's corner in those tabloids. Located at the bottom of the textbox are instructions on how to include your number in their list for the next newspaper issue. Text the number below and request that your number be added to their list.
3. Instead of using your number, use the boyfriend-flirter's mobile number for contact details.
4. Repeat process until you have exhausted all your efforts posting the boyfriend-flirter's number on all tabloids you want his number to appear.
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There are several channels in UHF/Cable that offers a service where you could post your number to seek "friends." If you're eyes are capable of reading very tiny neon colored advertisements, you can use this service to your shameless plans of getting back at boyfriend-flirter by posting his number there.
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Emphasize on the masculinity and aggressiveness of your character. Make him appear cool and confident in front of those interested to hook up with you. Focus your attention to persistent effems and parloristas who would surely bring nightmare to your boyfriend-flirter. Physical descriptions would have a multiplier effect, depending on how believable your descriptions would be.
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And always remember, revenge is ultra sweet especially if the target don't know what hit him.
---
How do you get back at an asshole who flirts with your boyfriend 24/7?
---
1. Get the guy's number from your buddy's phone.
2. Access Friendster. Steal a hunk's photo from the website.
3. Create a new account at G4M. Upload the stolen photo(s) of the guy from friendster. Write an interesting profile that would give an impression to readers that your character is very naughty yet leads a very productive life.
4. Include the mobile phone number of the boyfriend-flirter.
---
1. Access MIRC in an internet cafe. Create an attention-grabbing chat handle such as "Tripper9" or "Hunktoploader". Ensure that the chat handle will adopt a very masculine persona in the chatroom.
2. Respond to every sexual ads within your area. Use the G4M account you have created to reinforce the market value of the chat handle you are representing in MIRC.
3. When the final details have been concluded between you and the chatter, use the boyfriend-flirter's number as contact information.
4. Log out from the chatroom. Repeat process number 1.
---
1. Acquire all smut tabloids available in your friendly neighborhood newstand.
2. There is always a textmate's corner in those tabloids. Located at the bottom of the textbox are instructions on how to include your number in their list for the next newspaper issue. Text the number below and request that your number be added to their list.
3. Instead of using your number, use the boyfriend-flirter's mobile number for contact details.
4. Repeat process until you have exhausted all your efforts posting the boyfriend-flirter's number on all tabloids you want his number to appear.
---
There are several channels in UHF/Cable that offers a service where you could post your number to seek "friends." If you're eyes are capable of reading very tiny neon colored advertisements, you can use this service to your shameless plans of getting back at boyfriend-flirter by posting his number there.
---
Emphasize on the masculinity and aggressiveness of your character. Make him appear cool and confident in front of those interested to hook up with you. Focus your attention to persistent effems and parloristas who would surely bring nightmare to your boyfriend-flirter. Physical descriptions would have a multiplier effect, depending on how believable your descriptions would be.
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And always remember, revenge is ultra sweet especially if the target don't know what hit him.
Sunday, December 3, 2006
The Miseducation Of Bisexuality
You must know I've been bored. So to pass time, I've been going through profiles in DowneLink (an online gay community similar to friendster). To tour DowneLink or to create an account, Click Here.
Anyway, it really irritated me to see that most of the Filipino guys there refuses to accept the fact that they're gay, calling themselves BISEXUAL instead. Bisexualism is the newest trend here in the metro, and sadly, it's a pathetic misnomer.
Bisexuality is an old term, probably coined by Freud (I forget), which refers to a preference to both the male and female gender. Yes, it's true that there are REAL bisexual men here in the Philippines, but most of the so-called "bi" here are really gay.
The bisexuals here are under the stupid belief that bisexuality depends on the discretion. In simple terms, they think you're bisexual if you're discreet, even if you're only attracted to people of the same sex. Now that is just STUPID.
Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're instantly effeminate. Being gay means you're only attracted to guys. You're not bi because you're macho. Grow up.
Goodness, I need to fill up my weekdays as well.
If you want more of Kojimoto, Click Here.
Hey you guys must be thinking I'm this pessimistic piece of shit who has nothing to do but hate on other people. This is absolutely untrue. Go to my blog and see my more happier moments in life. :D
Anyway, it really irritated me to see that most of the Filipino guys there refuses to accept the fact that they're gay, calling themselves BISEXUAL instead. Bisexualism is the newest trend here in the metro, and sadly, it's a pathetic misnomer.
Bisexuality is an old term, probably coined by Freud (I forget), which refers to a preference to both the male and female gender. Yes, it's true that there are REAL bisexual men here in the Philippines, but most of the so-called "bi" here are really gay.
The bisexuals here are under the stupid belief that bisexuality depends on the discretion. In simple terms, they think you're bisexual if you're discreet, even if you're only attracted to people of the same sex. Now that is just STUPID.
Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're instantly effeminate. Being gay means you're only attracted to guys. You're not bi because you're macho. Grow up.
Goodness, I need to fill up my weekdays as well.
If you want more of Kojimoto, Click Here.
Hey you guys must be thinking I'm this pessimistic piece of shit who has nothing to do but hate on other people. This is absolutely untrue. Go to my blog and see my more happier moments in life. :D
What I Hate: If That Makes Me A Bitch, Fine.
These are just some things that I absolutely: hate, abhor, despise, detest, loathe, dislike, and resent when it comes to online networks, a place where gay men can get dates, fuck buddies, friends, or boyfriends. Examples of these sites include: Downelink, Fabuloush, Connexion, G4M, and DList.
1. Most of these sites require you to have a message before you can add guys, or in G4M's case, before you can contact them. What irritates me about this is that most guys usually only have a hello, or hi as a message. It is really irritating, because it's them who wants to talk to you, but you are obligated to formally begin the conversation.
2. "Can we be friends?" - this is usually the pick up line next to the generic hi or hello. That is an OUTRIGHT LIE. They click a picture in the Friends List not because the words I'M FRIENDLY is stamped onto the man's face. It's because they are attracted to that person. Why lie? If you wanna have sex with that person, just say it. The worse that the person could say is no.
3. In relation to #2, it also pisses me off that they ask if they could be friends with me, and I would say yes. I am very open hearted person, and I welcome anyone who wants to be friends with me. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, they ask if I'm top or bottom. If you do wanna be friends, and just friends, why ask my position when it comes to sex?
4. I've seen this in a bulletin, and I wholeheartedly agree. Most networking sites require photos and you have the option of posting captions with it. And it irks me the way guys would put, "Ugh, I'm fat." or "Aren't i ugly?". If that's what you really think of that picture, why would you post it in the first place? You're just fishing for compliments. Whenever a guy would tell me that, I'd be like, yeah, you do look fat. Don't force a compliment out of me because I WON'T.
5. Lying. Lying in the sense that you use other people's pictures or you basically lie about yourself. The problem is, what if the guy wants to meet you? And you're not the person in the picture? Yes, you might be thinking, I could always cancel, but what if you really like that person? You lie about your lie, and you continuously have to be dishonest until you are a pathetic chain of lies. And that makes you pathetic.
6. Yes, it's true that most men are horny, and SEBs (Sex Eyeball - where you meet for sex; hook ups), are natural in the gay community. But it's not right to generalize gay men. I find it rude that guys use "you have a place?" or "you top or bottom?" as their opening statements. I applaud them for their honesty, but they should have at least have the decency of asking first if I want sex. Because, I DON'T. Do I look like a whore? I know my worth, and if you want sex, get one of those dirty sluts in Quezon Ave.
I am not uptight. Ask my friends, or anyone who knows me for that matter, and ask me what my personality is. I am a very spontaneous fun loving devil may care person, but I know my worth, and I am not afraid to let everyone know that. I do not like liars. If you want me, go straight to the point. My time is precious, so don't you ever waste it!
If being a bitch means knowing what I want and never settling for anything less, then I'm proud to say I'm a bitch.
If you want more of Kojimoto, Click Here.
1. Most of these sites require you to have a message before you can add guys, or in G4M's case, before you can contact them. What irritates me about this is that most guys usually only have a hello, or hi as a message. It is really irritating, because it's them who wants to talk to you, but you are obligated to formally begin the conversation.
2. "Can we be friends?" - this is usually the pick up line next to the generic hi or hello. That is an OUTRIGHT LIE. They click a picture in the Friends List not because the words I'M FRIENDLY is stamped onto the man's face. It's because they are attracted to that person. Why lie? If you wanna have sex with that person, just say it. The worse that the person could say is no.
3. In relation to #2, it also pisses me off that they ask if they could be friends with me, and I would say yes. I am very open hearted person, and I welcome anyone who wants to be friends with me. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, they ask if I'm top or bottom. If you do wanna be friends, and just friends, why ask my position when it comes to sex?
4. I've seen this in a bulletin, and I wholeheartedly agree. Most networking sites require photos and you have the option of posting captions with it. And it irks me the way guys would put, "Ugh, I'm fat." or "Aren't i ugly?". If that's what you really think of that picture, why would you post it in the first place? You're just fishing for compliments. Whenever a guy would tell me that, I'd be like, yeah, you do look fat. Don't force a compliment out of me because I WON'T.
5. Lying. Lying in the sense that you use other people's pictures or you basically lie about yourself. The problem is, what if the guy wants to meet you? And you're not the person in the picture? Yes, you might be thinking, I could always cancel, but what if you really like that person? You lie about your lie, and you continuously have to be dishonest until you are a pathetic chain of lies. And that makes you pathetic.
6. Yes, it's true that most men are horny, and SEBs (Sex Eyeball - where you meet for sex; hook ups), are natural in the gay community. But it's not right to generalize gay men. I find it rude that guys use "you have a place?" or "you top or bottom?" as their opening statements. I applaud them for their honesty, but they should have at least have the decency of asking first if I want sex. Because, I DON'T. Do I look like a whore? I know my worth, and if you want sex, get one of those dirty sluts in Quezon Ave.
I am not uptight. Ask my friends, or anyone who knows me for that matter, and ask me what my personality is. I am a very spontaneous fun loving devil may care person, but I know my worth, and I am not afraid to let everyone know that. I do not like liars. If you want me, go straight to the point. My time is precious, so don't you ever waste it!
If being a bitch means knowing what I want and never settling for anything less, then I'm proud to say I'm a bitch.
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What a sexist pig!
‘Don we now our gay apparel’
By Isagani Cruz
Inquirer
Last updated 02:14am (Mla time) 08/12/2006
Published on Page A10 of the August 12, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer
HOMOSEXUALS before were mocked and derided, but now they are regarded with new-found respect and, in many cases, even treated as celebrities. Only recently, the more impressionable among our people wildly welcomed a group of entertainers whose main proud advertisement was that they were “queer.” It seems that the present society has developed a new sense of values that have rejected our religious people’s traditional ideas of propriety and morality on the pretext of being “modern” and “broad-minded.”
The observations I will here make against homosexuals in general do not include the members of their group who have conducted themselves decorously, with proper regard not only for their own persons but also for the gay population in general. A number of our local couturiers, to take but one example, are less than manly but they have behaved in a reserved and discreet manner unlike the vulgar members of the gay community who have degraded and scandalized it. I offer abject apologies to those blameless people I may unintentionally include in my not inclusive criticisms. They have my admiration and respect.
The change in the popular attitude toward homosexuals is not particular to the Philippines. It has become an international trend even in the so-called sophisticated regions with more liberal concepts than in our comparatively conservative society. Gay marriages have been legally recognized in a number of European countries and in some parts of the United States. Queer people -- that’s the sarcastic term for them -- have come out of the closet where before they carefully concealed their condition. The permissive belief now is that homosexuals belong to a separate third sex with equal rights as male and female persons instead of just an illicit in-between gender that is neither here nor there.
When I was studying in the Legarda Elementary School in Manila during the last 1930s, the big student population had only one, just one, homosexual. His name was Jose but we all called him Josefa. He was a quiet and friendly boy whom everybody liked to josh but not offensively. In the whole district of Sampaloc where I lived, there was only one homosexual who roamed the streets peddling “kalamay” and “puto” and other treats for snacks. He provided diversion to his genial customers and did not mind their familiar amiable teasing. I think he actually enjoyed being a “binabae” [effeminate].
The change came, I think, when an association of homos dirtied the beautiful tradition of the Santa Cruz de Mayo by parading their kind as the “sagalas” instead of the comely young maidens who should have been chosen to grace the procession. Instead of being outraged by the blasphemy, the watchers were amused and, I suppose, indirectly encouraged the fairies to project themselves. It must have been then that they realized that they were what they were, whether they liked it or not, and that the time for hiding their condition was over.
Now homosexuals are everywhere, coming at first in timorous and eventually alarming and audacious number. Beauty salons now are served mostly by gay attendants including effeminate bearded hairdressers to whom male barbers have lost many of their macho customers. Local shows have their share of “siyoke” [gay men], including actors like the one rejected by a beautiful wife in favor of a more masculine if less handsome partner. And, of course, there are lady-like directors who are probably the reason why every movie and TV drama must have the off-color “bading” [gay] or two to cheapen the proceedings.
And the schools are now fertile ground for the gay invasion. Walking along the University belt one day, I passed by a group of boys chattering among themselves, with one of them exclaiming seriously, “Aalis na ako. Magpapasuso pa ako!” [“I’m leaving. I still have to breastfeed!”] That pansy would have been mauled in the school where my five sons (all machos) studied during the ’70s when all the students were certifiably masculine. Now many of its pupils are gay, and I don’t mean happy. I suppose they have been influenced by such shows as “Brokeback Mountain,” our own “Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros” (both of which won awards), “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy,” and that talk program of Ellen Degeneres, an admitted lesbian.
Is our population getting to be predominantly pansy? Must we allow homosexuality to march unobstructed until we are converted into a nation of sexless persons without the virility of males and the grace of females but only an insipid mix of these diluted virtues? Let us be warned against the gay population, which is per se a compromise between the strong and the weak and therefore only somewhat and not the absolute of either of the two qualities. Be alert lest the Philippine flag be made of delicate lace and adorned with embroidered frills.
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