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09:15:16 pm on December 10, 2008 |
Read this first:http://ocknarf.multiply.com/photos/album/68/Woe_Man-for-Others_Ateneo_Immersion_Scandal
I invited Miss Tracy Isabel Borres in Facebook, so I sent her this letter:
Pablo: The creator of Alf is a Man of Vision, with that Imagination to redefine Ugly.
Ioana: It’s not hard to imagine something ugly!
Pablo: But the UGLIEST?! You must be the Lord and Savior D;I’m not rich yet, I’ve never been rich and lived most of my life in poverty. A part of my friends from elementary hailed from the slums in Katipunan — sons of UP employees enjoying their dependent benefits. My bestfriend’s family is one of the richest in Asia and occasionally came to school in a limousine.
I’ve always secretly admired how he can not be distinguished from my skwater friends (LOLOLLOLOL!!!) when we’re playing sipa and jolens and eating fishballs. We learned the baddEST Tagalog cuss words from him, words he assimilated from befriending their driver. During dismissal he’d leave the school amoy-araw and amoy-pawis with stains of libag all over his shirt as he enters another one of their luxury cars.
I’ve always found comfort in the fact that all the spoiled brats I have encountered in the Philippines can not even match my bestfriend’s wealth and power (his father, Rafael Morales, is the top corporate lawyer in Asia). It’s not that my bestfriend is the humblest, wealthiest egalitarian: He brandishes his superior intelligence like a crown as if he never needed money to be the coolest person in the world (: This is his only arrogance and mine d: Or perhaps his deviation from higher-upper class demeanor is another form of arrogance, stripping the right to superiority of sheltered hipsters who are rich but aren’t rich enough (:
I never hated conios. I loved it when I got to talk in English and felt like it was normal, without pretense, without minding my diction — indiscriminately choosing between the colloquial and the polysyllabic. Plus, of course, conios were always the Prettier people d:
What you, Miss Tracy Isabel Borres, have written, made me realize that extremely pampered individuals had always bored me with their impulsive shopping and monthly trips abroad consuming their blogs until NOW HAHAHA! YOU
YOU ARE PURE EVIL.
PURE EVIL.
It was a confession of hatred rattling from a skull like a caged animal.
The brutality was as sincere as the brutality of its sincerity.
It exhibited the ease of emotional expression provided by a well-established social hierarchy — a hierarchy, once demolished within your own code of values, will render you stale and lost.
I was much worse a racist than you are before I’ve gotten over my insecurities only last year. I have been relentlessly teased as an “Aeta” throughout my childhood for my complexion. I hated myself. I hated all the people who looked like me. When I left for the US I felt like Michael Jackson scrubbing away every trace of ethnicity from my body. I stopped talking in Tagalog and tried not to mingle with other Filipinos while in New York and Los Angeles:
“Again, originally for Stacey:
I don’t know if you know me and I know we’ve never talked before LOL but we are both strangers in strange lands. Yeah, “There’s a presence in what is missing.” ~Henry James. However, to me — yes, there is alienation, but I’ve always been antisocial LOL I’m bound to be alienated anywhere — to me, it’s more about the emergence of something you never knew you had before. Having been to California to New York and back in California, I’ve confirmed to myself a discovery of a part of me that had always been with me all along: my Filipino identity. Haha. You wouldn’t know how much similar you are with the rest of your ethnic group until you see how much different other groups are from you, and it is really, really, really depressing LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!”~Pablo Banila
My first love, the love that I carried with me overseas and kept for years was for my Russian-Chinese high school classmate. The rarest beauty in the Philippines. Even ordinary mestizas could not turn me on D;
Well, see, my first love was never realized nor had any clear conclusion when it ended last year — that day my life was supposed to go with it. But I didn’t kill myself: I fell in love. I fell in love with a Filipina who looks like me.
For the first time I felt that I was beautiful.
Of course I am omitting the details of why as of now I am tenfold the misery since my tragedy began.
Along with my ideals of beauty I’ve lost the feeling of being in love. My mind, liberated from Anglo-Saxon supremacy, no longer has the sense of the “ugly” that defines the beautiful. It felt like I can make myself believe that anything is beautiful or otherwise. Beauty was no longer a divination of emotions but the will of reason.
In other words, zero libido.
Your controversial account of your immersion experience reminded me of what I have lost. I’ve been searching for that feeling — searching in vain for I no longer knew what it was.
For one moment I felt myself in your place, in where I used to be. Remembering how I hated to see people who look like me for I hated myself and they reminded me of me, reminded me of that joke na may dalawang langaw na kumakain ng tae tapos yung isa umutot tapos nagalit yung isa. Yeah, “Why look down on someone when you aren’t any better?” Because I look down on myself.
Oh yeah, that, and that your experience was very similar to the two summer camps I attended back in high school. I accepted invitations to two “Youth Camps” thinking they were Fun Summer Camping stuff. The first camp was a Born Again Retreat. I was a hostile atheist back then, and my zealous cousin tricked me into coming. I had to sing hymns from my heart and pray with my head bowed down to the floor for one week, trying not to laugh while others do the same screaming in passionate cries of worship. It was the first time I respected Christianity.
On my second camp I earned a badge of honor for having survived the week-long ordeal: I got my Official Youth For Christ ID and membership.
I was a hostile atheist.
I rarely approach anyone and tell them directly that I found them hilarious. Normally I simply laugh at hilarious things, and make fun of things that aren’t funny. But your immersion experience a-la “Paris Hilton Visits the Philippines” was fucking hilarious LOLOLOLOL!!!!! Putang ina yung hindi mo alam kung madumi sila o hindi kasi maitim sila LOLOLOLOL!!!!
~Pablo Banila
is your fan d:OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO ADD
THIS LITTLE STORY:
Emman: Kuha lang ako ng Ita balls.
Me: Anong Ita balls?
Emman: Yung nakakain.
Me: … anong itsura?
Emman: Ha? E ‘di nakaplastic.
Me: Parang Kulangot ng Igorot?
Emman: Ano? Anong pinagsasabi mo? Ita balls nga e nakapakete.
Me: Yung nasa loob ng maliliit na mga bao?
Emman: BOBO!!! EATABLES HINDI ITA BALLS!
Me: … ano?~Pablo Banila
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12:42:44 am on October 1, 2008 |
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10:34:08 pm on September 29, 2008 |
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03:39:35 am on July 12, 2008 |
!!1NEW!!! !!!HOT!!!
!!!ALMOST OUT OF STOCK!!!
YOUTUBE PARODY:
PABLO BANILA’S NEVERENDING GUESTBOOK PARTY!!!
About Me:
“I don’t have nukes but I can grab your attention again and again and again and again bitch.” ~Pablo Banila
HEY DOES YOUR DAD REALLY SEE ME?
HEY WHAT AM I POINTING AT?
“YOUR LEFT NIPPLE.”
JESUS CHRIST I’M ALSO YOUR DAD’S IMAGINARY BOYFRIEND!!!!!~Pablo Banila, “My Imaginary Girlfriends’ Imaginary Boyfriend (or How I am Such a Loser that My Imaginary Girlfriends are Also Losers Imagining Me, a Loser, as Their Boyfriend… Doesn’t that Make Everything Real?”
“An artist should not seek security in a tidy mastery over the simplifications of deliberate poverty; she should, instead, have creative courage to face the danger of being overwhelmed by fecundity in the effort to resolve it into simplicity and economy.”
~Maya Deren“To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.”
~Samuel BeckettMaya Deren and Samuel Beckett never lived to see The Internet, nor had the prophetic intelligence to have imagined a society in pre-technological singularity.
The artist is dead.
And we need more mess.
Oh, and yeah, why can’t all lovers be like me?
“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.”
~William Butler Yeats, “He wishes for the cloths of heaven”
~Pablo Banila, “Caution: Wet Floor”“Whenever a friend of mine is suffering from severe depression, I just show him my third nipple.” ~Pablo Banila
“Having balls is like being pregnant with twins: everybody wants to kick ‘em.” ~Pablo Banila
“Use a cliché like you fucking invented it.” ~Pablo Banila, “I love you.”
“I was born caesarean motherfuckers.” ~Pablo Banila, “You’re just like your father.”
Pablo Banila: “HAHAHAHA CONAN YOU ARE SO FILIPINO!!!”
Conan O’Brien: “HAHAHAHA WHAT?! FILIPINO?! LOLOLOL!!!!”
~Pablo Banila, “Conan O’Brien is a Filipino”
“Vampire, eh? I’ll give you something to suck.” LOLOL!!! A quote from Marvel VS Capcom I think LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!
Edward Cullen can’t make you laugh like I do );
OKAY OKAY I CAN NOT COMPETE WITH HOW HE CONFESSED THAT HE “SUCKS MOUNTAIN LIONS” LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!! (Sorry wikipedia-knowledge only LOLOLOL!!!!)
~Pablo Banila
doesn’t suck
Cristy Fermin: I really can’t distinguish your face from Hero Angeles’, Pablo!
Pablo Banila: Oh, Tita Cristy please don’t insult Hero Angeles!
Cristy Fermin: You put the guy in a pedestal and bootlick! Can I bootlick as well? =))
Pablo Banila: Ano po ba ang Tagalog ng “LOL” Tita?
Cristy Fermin: Sabi nila hagikhik, pero ang alam ko ulol.
Verge Bolanon: PABLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!
“SeaLIONS do not look anything like Lions. The MonGOOSE doesn’t fly unless you kick it. JolliBEE is really a MASSIVE COCKROACH HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! A FLYING. GRIMACE.
I just thought of a multi-million-peso commercial jingle for Jollibee LOLOLOLOL:
“Lipad
Jollibee
Lipad”LOLOLOOLOLOLLOLOLOLHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOLYSHIIIIIIT” ~Pablo Banila, “P to the (Jolli)B”
- Who I Want to Meet:
Aya.
III. SAPPHO NARCISSOI think I just might have one too;
I do not know, but it must be:
I am but a girl like them
but unlike most, I have a dick –
that fucking thing
that makes me sick –
but if I may, just one small wish,
I wish I was a real dyke.I wish all men would lay their hands
off Sappho’s lovely, lovely lambs.
I wish all Sappho’s lovely lambs,Her lovely, lovely, lovely lambs,
stray not from Heaven’s clouds above.I wish all men just masturbate,
leave hickies on a mirror
with a hole below the waist.
But!– if I only had one wish,
I wish I ain’t dyke with a dick.~Pablo Banila,”Annals of Asinine Apostasy”
“Pisay OZ: The magical kindergarten where they teach half-Filipinos to acquire a sense of humor and how to use fractions. Apparently you did not go there.
HEY C’MON.
~Pablo Banila
Emperor and New National Hero of the Philippines MotherfuckersUnited as one
Multiplied by four
Divided by threeWe are Filipinos
(Because “4/3
of all filipinos
do not know
how to use
fractions.”~Rodrigo D. Morales)“As the saying goes, “4/3 of all Filipinos do not know how to use fractions.” ~Morales. But I’m only half-Filipino. Ummm… or maybe three-fourths I dunno LOL!!!! Let me just open the calculator… 4040 + 4040… BOBO!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAA!!!!”
~Pablo BanilaAren’t you glad that a hopelessly suicidal comedian is honestly making Friends to attend his funeral?
The bridge does not lead elsewhere but an unending journey towards that promised place they called Forever.
Join us (:
I’d instantly get along with people who cried in any of the following:
Taegukgi (Brotherhood of War)
Rurouni Kenshin – Reflexion
Nightwish – Swanheart
Naoki Urasawa – 20th Century Boys
Naoki Urasawa – Monster
Takehiko Inoue – Vagabond
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex – Episode 25: Barrage
Satoshi Kon – Millenium Actress
Kana～Imōto～ (HAHAHAHA!!!) (Seriously this depressed me for months… beats Tolstoy’s The Death of Ivan Ilyich and Kurosawa’s Ikiru.)
Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo closely resembles my biography as of now. I am the Cunt of Jesu Cristo, and so shall I be lynched by the same mob that crucified Jesus Christ. I cried reading the novel…Welcome to Pablo Banila’s Sour World of Gummy Everythin’ ^____^ VITAMIN C SMILEY
LOLOLOLOLOL TASTES LIKE NEON LIGHTS AND COKE BOTTLES
NATA DE COCO CHEWY ICE CUBE POLAR BEARS
THE WORD “FROG” IS GUMMY LIKE YOUR TONGUE FLOSSING MY TEETH
LYCHEES LYCHEES LYCHEES LYCHEES
LYYCHEESS LYYCHEESS LYYCHEESS LYYCHEESS
PABLO BANILA LYCHEES PABLO BANILA LYCHEES
NOW PABLO BANILA TASTES LIKE LYCHEES
~Pablo Banila,”Pablo Banila Tastes Like Lychees”Give me your heart!Just right now!
I’m sitting here in the “candy pot”
Please pick me up baby!
~Tommy February6,”Candy Pop in Love”LAGI NA LANG AKO ANG MASAMA PUTANG INA!!! DAMMIT I’M NOT A PLAYBOY OKAY?! I’M JUST EXTREMELY, PATHETICALLY DESPERATE AFTER 23 YEARS OF CELIBACY… SHIT!!! I HAVEN’T EVEN TALKED TO ANY GIRL IN REAL LIFE FOR MORE THAN 1 MINUTE AND I HAVEN’T. TOUCHED. ANY. FUUUUUCK!!!!! PLEASE FORGIVE THE “MERV THE PERV” VENEER I’M ONLY INTERESTED WITH YOUR REACTIONS BUT I AM VOID OF CRUEL INTENTIONS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HELL I HAD TO GO THROUGH TO BECOME A MAN WORTHY OF A WOMAN’S LOVE WHILE THOSE FUUUUCKING DILDOS YOU CALL YOUR BOYFRIENDS THINK ITS CUTE TO BE UGLY AND CORNY AND STUPID BECAUSE GIRLS LIKE YOU ARE NICE AND BOYS EXPLOIT THAT KINDNESS SHIT!!! YOU DO NOT PROVE YOU AREN’T GAY, YOU PROVE YOU ARE WORTHY OF BEING CALLED A MAN, DUMB FUUUUCK
PUTANG INA AKALA NG LAHAT NG TAO PROFESSIONAL PEDOPHILE AKO PUTANG INA HINDI NILA ALAM KUNG ANONG DINANAS KONG HIRAP PARA PROTEKTAHAN ANG MGA MAHAL KO SA BUHAY PUTANG INA KAILANGAN MONG MAGING GAGO PARA MALAMAN MO KUNG SINO’NG MGA GAGO!!! PAANO MO PO-PROTEKTAHAN ANG MAHAL MO KUNG HINDI MO ALAM KUNG KANINO MO SILA DAPAT IPAGTANGGOL MGA TANGA AMPUTA…
TAPOS ITONG MGA TARANTADO ANG MGA NAGIGING SIYOTA NG MGA PUTA…PAKI-GAWAN NAMAN AKO NG TESTIMONIAL… KAYO LANG ANG MAY ALAM KUNG SINO AKO TALAGA…
ALAM NIYO NAMAN KUNG GAANO KASAKIT PARA SA’KIN YUNG DINANAS KO…
SANA PAKI-SABI SA BUONG MUNDO DAHIL BALIGTAD ANG TINGIN NILA E.
My blog is my only beauty; my soul. I’d love to meet all of you in there… you love to destroy me, right? Me too. Let’s all destroy me: pablobanila.com TASTE THE FIREWORKS OF PABLO’S POPPING FROG CANDY KISSES MOON PRINCESSES!!!i!I’m still struggling to become the man worthy of a girl with a faith in a fantasy that lasts forever that I will never be. That girl? She’s dead.
Amor e morte.
- Who I Want to Meet:
