What does our truck look like anyway? Our truck is a pile of shit that somebody from first grade who is extremely retarded and autistic called it as a truck. The truck is made up of a rusty metal frame, with an engine barely enough to power a small chainsaw. Inside the shitty truck is about 90,000,000 shitty people who produce nothing but good old shit. These ninety million people beat the shit out of each other instead of helping each other out to get out of the shitstorm, so the beaten truck gets stranded even further in the storm.
The Philippine's "truck", pictured before it rode into the shitstorm of Global Financial Crisis.
In spite of this, I have remained calm, vigilant and optimistic. In fact, the world fiscal crisis, along with our local fiscal crisis, has been one of the best years of my life! Here are some reasons why I'm optimistic about the shitty situation:
I have more free time!
Since the economy faltered, the Pinoys were divided into two groups: the drunk and the miserable. The drunk mainly drowned their troubles with good old San Miguel Pale Pilsen, acts like a dick and hangs out at cockpits (roosterpits, not homosexual fighting competitions) during the day. The miserable however, are people determined to reach that 9 to 3 office job but instead has a lame 7 to 5 factory job where he is meant to repeat a process over and over again in order to make his rich boss filthy rich.
The Philippine dream.
While these two groups are out making a name for themselves, I am here on my computer, with friends, or OGC'ing, since I feel like I got all the time in the world! I can take a 40 minute shower now, and have time to watch paint dry for six hours. Also, I can write even more shitty articles like this and be a dick on the Internet! Isn't life great?
I meet all sorts of new people!
In the 90's, people meet in the outdoors - in parks, the streets, even the mugger and his prey become friends afterwards. Today, we meet "friends" on the Internet, and they come in many stereotypical shapes and forms, and these forms are typically faked, thanks to Photoshop.
The typical Internet drone, who spends 18 hours a day on his computer.
I meet all sorts of new people!
In the 90's, people meet in the outdoors - in parks, the streets, even the mugger and his prey become friends afterwards. Today, we meet "friends" on the Internet, and they come in many stereotypical shapes and forms, and these forms are typically faked, thanks to Photoshop.
The typical Internet drone, who spends 18 hours a day on his computer.
I meet all kinds of new people - small kids pretending they're adults when they haven't even hit puberty, whiny teenagers who keep whining about New Moon not being released yet, Halo and World of Warcraft nerds who can't lift their asses off the couch, and old technophobes who doesn't even have a damn clue what a computer is.
Indeed, the Internet is a diverse place full of different kinds of people. Most of them aren't even real, but who cares, least the world looks like it can fit in on your computer alone.
I get to have a part time job!
In my early high school years I don't give a damn about money and I throw it around much like a pimp throws his hos around the streets. Now, since a large meteorite bomb of fiscal destruction hit the whole world, I'm forced to find a way to earn a few bucks for myself. I thought about writing and digital art so I gave it a try, so I made a shitty weblog and posted articles on it so that some unknown newspaper or publisher might take interest in my works. So far, I have earned $200 bucks, not from writing, but from winning a machinima competition. And instead of giving the prize money to the squatters littering the streets, I spent the money on a PS2 to USB adapter, a few video games and ho's to bone in SL.
I don't believe it. I spend a hundred dollars for this?
Indeed, the Internet is a diverse place full of different kinds of people. Most of them aren't even real, but who cares, least the world looks like it can fit in on your computer alone.
I get to have a part time job!
In my early high school years I don't give a damn about money and I throw it around much like a pimp throws his hos around the streets. Now, since a large meteorite bomb of fiscal destruction hit the whole world, I'm forced to find a way to earn a few bucks for myself. I thought about writing and digital art so I gave it a try, so I made a shitty weblog and posted articles on it so that some unknown newspaper or publisher might take interest in my works. So far, I have earned $200 bucks, not from writing, but from winning a machinima competition. And instead of giving the prize money to the squatters littering the streets, I spent the money on a PS2 to USB adapter, a few video games and ho's to bone in SL.
I don't believe it. I spend a hundred dollars for this?
I'm expanding my horizons to other businesses in the Internet, such as spamming people to death with advertising, making shitty ads for porn sites and writing articles. I tried to take a job in SL myself but the $1=280L$ deal and the anti-teen policy in Second Life prevented me from doing so.
I get rights to free speech!
The economic crisis messed up the country so bad that the President along with her "negative commenters terminators" (the secret agents who secretly kill people who oppose the government) are completely focused on solving the fiscal problem. As a result, there are more ralliers on the street and writers like me who are willing to humiliate the government through words using a keyboard. And a computer.
Above: Keyboard, the ultimate weapon.
I get rights to free speech!
The economic crisis messed up the country so bad that the President along with her "negative commenters terminators" (the secret agents who secretly kill people who oppose the government) are completely focused on solving the fiscal problem. As a result, there are more ralliers on the street and writers like me who are willing to humiliate the government through words using a keyboard. And a computer.
Above: Keyboard, the ultimate weapon.
So now I can write articles like this to destroy the image of the government, which in turn can be very useful to make the country go back in its original course without a midget with breast implants and a 2-inch mole on her face to run the country. Or something.
So the whole economic crisis isn't so bad after all. What about you? Did you spend your time working 24/7/365 for a boss who doesn't give a damn about your rights? Or did you party it up and go against the government? You choose, or this whole economic shitstorms gonna eat us up any minute soon.
So the whole economic crisis isn't so bad after all. What about you? Did you spend your time working 24/7/365 for a boss who doesn't give a damn about your rights? Or did you party it up and go against the government? You choose, or this whole economic shitstorms gonna eat us up any minute soon.
