Low IQ News

I’m so pissed right now with the news lately. The reason why I follow the local media’s social networking sites is mainly to get some updates about my country and even abroad because hello, we don’t have TV here (in this day and age, laptop with a decent internet connection = 1, TV = always 0). Lately, I’ve been reading updates about Vhong’s issue. The plot thickens, yeah, and the hell I care about it. Yeah, it’s a social issue blahblahyakitiyak that needs to be answered right away. Rape is rape (if IT’S REALLY TRUE, that is) and no one’s excused from it, whether if the girl’s flirting or yakitiyak. It’s been like 2 or 3 days straight I think? And I still keep on reading updates about it. C’mon local media. You can do better than that!

Currently doing some unfriending/unfollowing spree to those retards who KEEP on posting updates about the misadventures of Vhong’s cock, Deniece’s (what a fugly spelling) stoic personality, and Cedric’s bad acting.

Jesuskrays.

Miss Latin Universe 2009

What's new? Venezuela once again ruled this year's Miss Universe. Like duh, they are always on the Top 15, at least. Last year, it was Venezuela who ruled the whole universe. Today, it is still Venezuela. What the _____.

Okay, I'm quite bitter with regards to the result of the "prestigious" beauty contest in the whole universe. Surprisingly, there were no Asian finalists. I was really hoping... ah, no! EXPECTING that Pamela Bianca Manalo will be at least on the Top 15 list. But no... Again, there were no Asians. Surprisingly, Miss Indonesia was pretty. And Philippines didn't win the Miss Photogenic title, it was Miss Thailand who earned that special award. China, is still the Miss Congeniality. Oooh, I think Chinese people were, uhhm, friendly? I think. Nahahaha Kidding.


But on a serious note, the show was not that good. I mean, who could imagine that the guest performers were Flo Rida et al. Apparently, there are more artists who deserves more than Flo Rida. Sorry for Flo Rida fans out there, but I don't think he's the right artist to be on that show. I just find him, uhmm, inappropriate. Peace!


But let's move on to the brighter side. I think in my own opinion, Australia and Sweden have a big chance to win the Miss Universe title this year. But yeah, it was the decision of twelve judges. But I find Rachael Finch (Australia) and Renate Cerljen (Sweden) prettier than Stefania Fernandez of Venezuela.

Rachael Finch of Australia

Renate Cerljen of Sweden

Oh well, better luck next year. SHEEEESH.
I just abhor Donald Trump. HAHAHAHA

That's all.

Funny News

Headlines nowadays are becoming funny and eccentric. News such as this in Singapore had made its way to instant fame a few weeks ago: A man’s penis has been literally severed due to a vehicular accident. The reason behind the demise of his manhood? He and his secretary performed oral sex while driving. Karma struck him when he hit on a van and the girl detached his dick from his body. Poor thing. The girl was discovered to have loads of (cum) and blood around her lips. Yuck.


Here’s another one. A woman shot her husband because he fatally shot her chicken in some God-forsaken town northwest of Eugene, Oregon. Police are sure the woman intended to shoot the man because she was pissed when he shot her pet chicken. They filed charges against her for assault. They're not sure whether the man intended to shoot the chicken. No charges were reportedly brought against him. He used a handgun but she pulled out her full-blown rifle in reply. He shot the chicken straight up - from the front. She shot him in the back!


And yesterday, a weird headline had caught my attention. The sexy actress who starred in the famous sex scandal filed a rape case against her fellow star, the pervert, crazy doctor. She claimed that she was raped and she was the victim and the doctor was the bad guy. Errr, girl, how can I assess it as “rape”? Even if I’m not a judge, I won’t consider it as rape. Or should I define rape for you girl? You moaned so loud when the doctor caressed your fake boobs and doing the finger job on your pussy simultaneously. He even licked it when he got bored five minutes later. Uggh. Sorry If I sound obscene on this entry, but I can’t help it. Her claims were funny and out of this world!




The gods, goddesses and demigods must be crazy. Shoot.


Oh yeah, I find Enrile and Pimentel’s word fight on the senate yesterday to be weird too. Tae, para silang mga immature na bata. Ano ba yan. Habang tumatanda, mas lalong naging immature ang pag-uugali. Tsk. >:|

Cheaters Rot in Hell.

At all times we hear news about cheaters on different forms of mass media; radio, newspapers, tv, you name it.



They often ring a bell to us. Every one of us has the capability of being a cheater. For instances, it comes with a vast array of groups such as the simple cheater, the big time cheater, the two timer, the political cheater and the list goes on and on and on. Apparently, nobody really admires the works of a cheater. But incongruously we love being a cheater. We love to cheat.


Why do people cheat in the first place? Obviously they want to attain their goals in an illegal way. Apparently, they just want to take the easy road and use to have this mentality that challenges aren’t necessary. We may be successful with our plans but the the art of learning isn’t there. We may not accept this kind of ordeal in our society but surely it can’t be totally eradicated by any possible forces. Prohibitions of this illegal act were being ratified on several agencies, administrations and schools, but we cannot totally accuse a person unless he is caught in the act. Cheating is an illicit behavior and mustn’t be practiced at all. Sometimes it can affect economy of our country as well as its standing indirectly. As we all know, it can be a powerful tool, no matter what. It can start on small things. Little by little it will amalgamate and an imminent disaster will take place.


I won’t be a hypocrite, telling every one that cheating is bad. I myself enjoy this unhealthy behavior a few years back, most especially in my high school life. Peer pressure is one of the reasons on why I cheat. If I don’t cheat then I lose friends. Wow, talking about gaining “true friends”. Even those bullies, I was the apple of their eyes during the finals. I couldn’t forget the look of their faces when they need my answers, pleading as if they haven’t eaten for three weeks. Sometimes, we use this method called “silent communication”. We just follow one simple rule: Give me the answers and I’ll provide you with my answers as well. In simple Biology, this can be a perfect example of mutualism, where each organisms benefit from each other. I’m getting tired of having bees and flowers as an example for this kind relationship. I thought it was an exciting adventure, but no, if I cheat, I didn’t learn a lot from it. What’s the sense of writing an answer if you really don’t understand it? Obviously, we really want to pass. After graduation, guilt and conscience slowly exits from your body and makes you realize that cheating is really bad and there’s nothing to be proud of if success was derived from it. Likewise, we often deem those people who didn’t catch us as stupid, dimwitted and foolish. But the truth is we are fooling ourselves when we cheat.


When someone cheats on you, it means another thing. It creates a total distraction and it somehow degrades your own self. When you’re cheated by somebody, you feel like you’re the most stupid person to have existed on this planet.


I was cheated by those monkey-looking freaks just moments ago.

Two of my cousins from the maternal side visited us and wanted to have dinner. We already finished eating our dinner and thus the quick solution for it was to pick up the phone, dial the number and order a viand. I ordered buttered chicken because my cousin likes it so much. After 20 minutes, the order had arrived. Mom gave me three paper bills (two 20 peso bills, one fifty peso bill) and a five peso coin. The chicken costs 95 bucks, for your information. Then I went outside the house gave the money and the delivery boy handed me the order. I was about to enter our house when the crook claimed that he only have forty five pesos on his dirty hands. I was quite confused because I remembered that I gave him the exact amount. So I asked mom if she really gave me the fifty peso bill. She said she already gave the money to me. So I politely asked him whether he saw a fifty-peso bill on the floor or not. I was about to finish my question when he immediately blurted out that he didn’t see any fifty peso bill lying on the ground. I was quite suspicious with his reply. So I chose not to argue anymore and eventually gave another fifty pesos from my wallet. And then he thanked me as if I gave him a tip. Then he went off together with his partner.

So why did I choose NOT to argue? For obvious reasons, I won’t settle for a big issue on just a fairly small amount. But apart from that reason, I chose to be silent and let this feeling pass through since I really hate arguing; that’s my weakness. But I have to admit that the dishonesty of these mongrels made me realize that I was prone and susceptible of being cheated; a gullible one. I may be suspicious but I still continue with the routine.


50 pesos seems to be a small amount, but the dishonesty of these two scoundrels cost half of my dignity. At that time I felt stupid.



And for the two of you, yes, you two monkeys should enjoy my “unintentional” tip.

Transport Strike Blues

What the hell.

I thought it was going to be a normal morning until the local news had announced that there’s going to be a transport strike in which all public utility vehicles will be involved due to their protests about LTO’s (Land Transportation Office) exorbitant fines.


WELL, WELL, WELL MANONG JEEPNEY DRIVERS.

IT WAS INDEED A PERFECT DAY FOR US, DAMN IT.


You actually put our lives in danger and make our original plans ruined by your dimwitted nitpicks. Your acts were really appalling. SO WHAT if the fines were surprisingly expensive? You won’t be fined by those LTO officials IF you’re a regimented driver. An example of which, driving under the influence of alcohol would make our lives in peril. I still want to have a family, for God’s sake! I WON’T ACCEPT your idiocy as the reason of my untimely demise. Please, think of us too, the commuters. You see, this week is already our final examinations, defense for our thesis – one of the heaviest and crucial points of our lives yet you almost screwed us.


And for those desperate LTO officials, PLEASE if the driver did NOT violate any traffic rules, PLEASE I BEG YOU DO NOT look for any violations and ask the driver for a fine even if he’s innocent.


UGGGHHH. The crisis lies between the two of you guys. WORK FOR IT.

Ineptness of Chocolates

At some point of my life, I sometimes ask if I am really happy and contented with my life. Yes I am terrifically happy with my life most especially my family exudes sanguinity. That’s one of the things that I can be proud of with my family. When I’m depressed usually brought about by stress I usually crave for chocolates since it is my comfort food. Today, I have eaten one bar of Cadburry Fruits and Nuts but surprisingly the endorphins in the chocolate bar seem to be ineffective. I don’t know but I feel down and tired.


Most probably this predicament was brought about by last week’s turmoil.


People nowadays are driving me crazy and somehow those scoundrels would be the primary cause of my insanity in the near future. I am bothered by their lunacy. First, there’s this eleven-year old boy who have been extremely furious on to me due to my honest opinion. To make things worse, the atrocious kid cursed me by using the fuck-shit-hell words. Second, there’s this bulimic pig who keeps on meddling to something even if the bulimic pig didn’t know the real event. And lastly, all those people who really crave for attention and somehow they are unconscious by it.


To be honest I was hurt. I was hurt because I really don’t know what went wrong. I was just expressing my opinion. If I weren’t honest then it would be definitely create an imminent mayhem. I was hurt because a KID cursed me to go to hell. I don’t how to react on the kid’s demonic statements – whether to be furious or to be confused. Why should the kid be that extremely furious? Sorry but my parents and my alma mater taught me to be honest, now matter what. I’m not viciously honest though because I know how to weigh things, whether if my brusqueness is already offensive or not. But I think it wasn’t. The rascal had indeed sucked all of my patience. I tried to stretch it but I already reached the threshold of its elasticity.


Okay, so much for that. I don’t want to delve with this crap.


And now I feel a little bit okay, thanks to blogging services provided by the internet.


Two things.

First, no matter how hard you try to have a happy disposition in life, there are still rogues who would try to destroy your day desperately.

Second, to be nice is one of the most difficult challenges of LIFE. Then again, those fraught rogues try to provoke you.

Life isn’t fair sometimes.
But if the world is in utopia, it would be rather boring.


Sheeeesh.

Lovesick Mu-sick

To be with a lovesick brother is a disaster.

Spell DISASTER for me please.


Since last year, I’ve been suspecting that he’s up to something, something significant in every man’s life. And now, my hunches are right. I’m happy for him and the girl is wickedly perfect – pretty, a Math and English genius and knows everything, almost everything.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitter. And mom and dad are happy about it too.

The predicament only arises when he’s armed on the following weapons-of-ears-destruction:

1. Guitar
2. iPod
3. His oh-so golden voice

Accck. I ain’t a big fan of listening to acoustics unless if it’s sweet, slow and mellow. He’s fond of playing and converting a mellow OPM love songs into a rock one. Imagine his ingenious fingers strike the guitar strings heavily while playing the rock version of Closer You and I. The song was originally performed by the almighty Gino Padilla. Try listening to the original version and compare it with Sponge Cola’s. You can easily discern the big differences between the two. The once beautifully written and arranged song turned into a zombie-like chant, thanks to the modernized rendition.


It really hurts my ears so much. UUGGHH.

Well, this simple nuisance has led me to rant something about our music.

Nah, I do not totally detest OPM. The new OPM generation is way different if we compare it to the 90s. Who could ever forget the late Francis M.’s Kaleidoscope? How about EHeads’ Fruitcake? The Huling El Bimbo of a Paraluman-look-alike? Rivermaya’s 214? Those were the bomb. Those were the classic ones. And now, everything’s a disaster, well in my own opinion.


Each and every one of us has different tastes on music.
Too bad, my brother’s taste of music is the total opposite of MINE.


He doesn’t like to listen with Enya.
He keeps on rambling this: WHO THE HECK IS IMOGEN HEAP? IS THAT A BRAND OF PEANUT BUTTER?
He thinks Coldplay and The Killers are too boring.
He thinks The Fray is corny.
He claims that Gregorian Chant is evil.
He thinks Enigma is scary.


Sad to say, I’m not into this modern OPM era. Siiiigh. This is so exasperating.


AT LEAST he’s not digging with JONAS BROTHERS. We come up the same conclusion whenever we hear some JoBros hits in the radio, YouTube or some pesky profiles in the cyberspace.



And probably you’ll have the same conclusion as ours. LOL.. Peace!

What the???!

Just a request, a guileless request…


Could you stop bragging about your complete personality change this New Year (2009)? Uggh. I can’t see the new you. I’m not blind, we’re not blind and definitely you are not blind. And it really tells me one thing that old habits die hard. They are indeed difficult to obliterate.


I do not sound like a fraught soul or what, but it just irks me so much whenever I feel the “airy” aura of this scoundrel.


And I’m ranting about this in three in the morning, and definitely there are no tears pouring in my God-forsaken face.



WTF.

No Choice

If you arrive late in your exam, your professor will possibly do two things: Either he still allows you to take the test even if it’s unfeasible to finish the exam, like in my case last semester, OR, he will not allow you to enter the room and types the oblong-thing in his class record. Oops.

Authoritarian. Totalitarian.

On the other hand, if the professor is late during the exam, students would still suffer. Why?

For a flagrant raison d'être they have to wait for the professor and hopes that the professor will find ways to reimburse the wasted minutes, seconds, and milliseconds… whatever. But what if some of them have a class right after the exam? That means another predicament to deal with. Double trouble. :P

And then if the teacher cancels the exam and reschedules it on the next meeting, some students would sense disappointment.

Okay, scratch out the THEY word and replace it with WE.

Okay, so I’m quite bitter about it. T____T

If only I knew that our professor would be late this morning, I should have reviewed for my Invertebrate Zoology instead OR I should not be deprived with sleep, AGAIN.

The odium of that moment is quite subtle though. Good thing it had gone astray after a few jiffies. Whew…

What a debauched day!!! =/

Vantage Points

Honestly, I didn’t notice that my last blog entry was three days ago. Apparently, I haven’t noticed it. Lol.

Here goes nothing.

11.08 pm, December 30

I am a little bit anxious of school. It seems like I’m craving for an extended vacation. I still don’t want to return to the cynical world of UP. Ack. And yeah, on the eve of Christmas Day, my Genetics professor gave me 10 (or was it 11?!) readings about the latest technologies in Genetics as well as Molecular Biology. Due to my excitement, I hurriedly downloaded it because I was so keyed up with it. I THOUGHT it was an article from Newsweek or Time or better, NatGeo. Exhilaration abruptly changed to disillusionment when I realized that the readings were actually research papers of doctorate students in States. WTF! Yeah, I can still manage to understand those basic concepts but heck… overall, it was waywardly confusing. Heck, I have already finished encoding my notes in MST 6. Confusion… I am really confused with our exam schedules. Daaaahh, I had just texted my Zoology prof asking if we will have our first long exam this Monday, January 5. WOW. We’ll be starting our new year with a BANG – banging our heads due to confusion. Enough of this trash.

She didn’t reply to me. Ayayay caramba. I just hope she just ran out of credits or she can’t reply to me since I’m a Globe subscriber and she’s a Smart user. Hay naku =/

Okay, two days after Christmas an online buddy posted a link about it. Ever heard of a politician who brutally beat a 56-year old father and his 14-year old son because of simple misunderstanding? Not yet? Well, I doubt you actually didn’t care the news lately. Yeah, I have read Bambee’s blog about it the day after the actual incident. I can see the sincerity and honesty of her entry. First things first..

What’s the motive of Bambee of writing a blog about it? According to n-ASS-er, it was just a hoax and even claimed that the beaten family provoked them first. Bambee didn’t even know you for Christ’s sake. So what? Who cares if you’re the son of the DAR Chief? You’re still human. It only shows that your comportment faultily needs psychoanalysis. You act as if you are the most powerful asshole of the world. If people do not recognize you, is it already a good basis to thrash people? You are dangerously playing with your wits. Do not ever use the name of God as if you’re innocent.

“Ipinagdadasal ko po n asana lumabas ang katotohanan” --> What the FUCK. GO TO HELL n-ASS-er.

Okay so I’m pissed big time with this ass. I don’t know. But I think he didn’t deserve to be respected as a politician or what, after what he had done to those innocent people. Ack! Okay, so I’m ranting even if I’m not affected with this infamous indignity. It made me realize that some people are blinkered – they just assume that if they’re famous, they can do whatever they want even if how sinister it is.

(read the full article here:
http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html)

The world is indeed fucked up. =|

On the lighter side…

I somehow enjoyed my short break. After like two to three weeks of non-stop brain action, I shoddily need a break.

I do not need to read a certain novel like a bat out of hell.
I do not need to scuttle things.
I do not need to rush meals just to reimburse my sleep scarcity.

Not at all!

This Christmas break, I just need to relax, take a mouthful of air and chill. Oh yeah, this is life. But I shouldn’t stop exercising my brain. Cosseting with mind games like Sudoku and Text Twist is also a good activity. Haha.

Plurk plurk plurk. Once again, I cordially invite you to create an account to this electrifying social-network site. Add me! Hahaha. Mind you, I’m a million times more talkative than in multiply! HAHAHAHA. Plurk isn’t that boring if you have lots of online buddies.

(http://www.plurk.com/renzybenzy)

Okay, so it’s been an hour and a half since the first word of this entry. Boy, I haven’t noticed the time. 23 hours and 33 minutes to go before 2009! I really enjoyed 2008. Lots of adventures and realizations in life…

Oh yeah, I just want to add some things in my goals for the year 2009:

• Publish an article in a local newspaper. I have just read that they’re accepting contributions anywhere, anytime. I just need to email it though, haha.

And…

• Read the works of Tom Clancy.

That’s it. I think this is going to be my last blog entry for the year 2008, I THINK, uhhhh, yeah.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Fame is Ostensible: People of the Year Awards

Roar! Oink-oink! 2009 is imminent and I don’t know the natural cry of Ox. But that’s not my concern, for crying out loud.

After the semi-boring revelation of how wonderful my year was, it’s now time to unveil top five people who made their way to eminence in the cyberworld!

As you can see, gaining fame in the cyberworld is relatively easier than in the real world. In reality, you have to get drunk in front of the itchy paparazzi, shave your blond hair ‘til you’re bald without any valid reasons or by not wearing panties in a social gathering just to attract attention. Nah, just kidding! What I’m trying to imply is this: getting the attention of multitude is hard due to emotion. But in the cyber realm, one must not evoke real emotion, for crying out loud. Like for any instances, smileys are good examples. I can put a happy smiley without smiling at all! I can type Lol (laughing out loud) without laughing my ass off. You can evoke anger by typing in all-caps. That’s simple, isn’t it?

So let’s start with the list, a special list of people that made and even meddled their way to fame.

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Number Five. Posers and Rippers

Friendster is one of the social network sites that are susceptible to posers. A poser is a person who disguises himself, say as an infamous actor. He may post a primary picture of a certain celebrity and just write something that is superficial and sometimes waywardly fictitious. Some people would think that the celebrity profile is genuine and would even request a meet up or what not. But hey, the information can be easily changed and altered. Sometimes it can be that hard to determine whether if the alleged profile is true or not.

Rippers are different. They just rip one’s artwork and claim it’s their work. Bullcrap is the best word to describe them.

The real deal: I can’t surmise the real agenda of posing as a celebrity. I think this is pure obsession and boy, it is dangerous as hell. You be the judge of a ripper’s subsistence.


Number Four. Harriette the PolSci Freshie

Apparently, she’s just your ordinary freshman who embarked on a new adventure in Diliman until one day, she wrote a blog entry on UP’s official multiply site (http://yoopee.multiply.com) and posted something about the current conditions of the nation and her stand for it. But actually, it created an instant mayhem on that certain blog entry. In just a few hours, it generated more than 600 comments. It is likewise OKAY to express your opinions about the current situation of our country. But I construe her points were off and inane. Hundreds of flaming comments and other ‘curse’ words flooded the page and the entry was somehow republished and began circulating to different social networking and forum sites.


Where can you find her: Her life is at stake since July. Snipers are out there waiting for her. Nonetheless, she underwent series major plastic surgeries just to change her physical features. One thing for sure, her name’s not Harriette anymore. KIDDING! Hahaha.


Number Three. Ekakawaii, UP’s shabby detractor.

Every UPian would surely remember her, at least. My classmate gave me the link of her site (which was already unavailable due to some reasons). The entry was really appalling for she detested UP for these reasons: The comparison of UP and UST’s grading system which she claimed that UP’s not fair and should follow UST’s standard. Also, in another entry, her hatred in UP had grown exponentially for she didn’t pass the application of her admission in the said school. She was really disappointed and even blamed the person in charge to be cruel because she was lambasted on her interview. Take note, she even claimed that she committed flaws in her grammar during the interview. She asserted that grammar isn’t important since she was nervous at that time. Lots of VIOLENT reactions flocked on her entry. Even some Thomasians were aghast by her bigotry. There were some comments who just criticized her grammar. I pity the feeble detractor. She didn’t even know the people she’s facing. After a month, she cancelled her account for good.


Ekakawaii’s motto in life: I wants to be a successful fashion designers and I will never love UP. They’re such a losser. Ooops.


Number Two. Princess Tracy and the Aetas

Ateneo is a Catholic institution and encourages the community to be sensitive to the less fortunate brothers and sisters and thus requires students to attend the immersion program. And here comes Princess Tracy, who keeps on ranting about the untidiness of the indigenous tribe. The primary goal of her entry was sheer derision and cynical entertainment. She thought it was funny and assumed that some of her friends would liked it too. But lo and behold, Spiderpig came and treachery made her way to fame. Funny thing was the infamous Pablo Banila even blogged about his reaction to Princess Tracy’s entry. In a forum, she had made an apology and was still ‘recuperating’ from the ‘trauma’ she had experienced.


What her Psychiatrist said: “She will be forever haunted by those pygmy people. At one time she may be eaten by them. Sometimes, she would dream that she’s already one of them. This rare psychiatric behavior will continue until she’s 90 OR if she’ll develop Alzheimer’s disease. She’ll get used to it and she’ll be fine after three days.”


Number One. Pablo Banila, the man behind the never-ending Guestbook party

One day, you opened your multiply or friendster account. You have decided to view the viewing history. All of the sudden, you were glued on an animated avatar. You waited for the animation to finish. You felt alarmed after reading and realizing the message of the avatar: Pablo Banila has a crush on you, that’s why he viewed your account! Cutenun! Lololol. But wait, you clicked on his site and were stunned by his sheer wit. But you find him weird and have logged out from your network. The next day was worse. You checked your viewing history and you’re shocked upon seeing his infamous avatar, again and this time, they’re five of them.

Pablo Banila indeed became famous because of his guestbook party. People thought he’s a stalker, a virus, or just a psychological experiment. People have read his blogs and somehow noted his insane! Apparently, he’s not harmful. He’s just fond of viewing your site on a daily basis, with different accounts. That’s it. But curiosity reigned on Juan’s subconscious thoughts and decided to search for his true identity. Nonetheless, Pablo Banila was but a fabricated character of the cyberworld.

Pablo Banila or Paolo Bantolo in real life became an instant celebrity. He was featured in numerous blogs and he even made it to the mainstream! He was even interviewed twice or thrice in Philippine Daily Inquirer and there he confessed and clarified his stand. Apparently, the guestbook party was indeed made possible by a program similar to search engine sites like Google. It can open millions of websites in just a few minutes.

Today, the guestbook party had finally receded but the legacy of Pablo Banila still continues up to this time.


President GMA’s reaction on Pablo Banila’s never-ending guestbook party: He’s onehelluvah intelligent motherfucker! I love you Pablo! Lololol. Noh? Hmmm?

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These people may have touched fame unintentionally (except of Pablo Banila’s case).

Above all, this serves as an important lesson to us. We should be more careful on posting things in the cyberworld. We never know, the realm of internet in uncontrollable and as of this moment, no country has implemented serious protocols on the internet. Everyone reserves a space and right in the internet.

“Be careful that what you write does not offend anybody or cause problems within the company. The safest approach is to remove all useful information.”

--Scott Adams.

Wait... I think Pablo Banila shares his triumph on to this list. He used to rule the world. Seas would rise if he gave a word. Now in the morning he sleeps alone, and sweeps the street that he used to own.

You know him? It’s me. HAHAHAAHHA. Just kidding guys. :))

So who will be the next five people on the list? Let’s find out on the third week of December, 2009.

Cheers for the wonderful year.

Let’s welcome 2009 with a blast!