Sunday, July 9, 2017

Everwing on PC

Unless you have been living under a rock, you have most probably heard of the Facebook Messenger game called Everwing. Chances are, Facebook messages sent from estranged friends may have disturbed your peaceful slumber in the middle of the night.


adjective: estranged

(of a person) no longer close or affectionate to someone because of incessant invitations to business clubs or networking; alienated.

Being the true gamer that you are, you scoff at the idea of playing games on mobile devices.  For those not in-the-know, you can play Facebook Messenger Games on PC.

Just go to or go to

1. Log in to your Facebook account.

2. Select a friend or a chat group from the left pane.

3. Click on the 'game controller icon' found at the bottom right corner of the chat window.

Have fun beating those scores!

Sunday, May 21, 2017

My Generation

I have recently submitted an application (not referring to a mobile app, dear Millennial.) to get hired as Radio Jockey. At my age of 33 years, I would say my chances of landing the job are very slim to none.

The fact that I don't have any idea who Ed Sheeran is, automatically disqualifies me. You see, I grew up in a generation when things started to go downhill.

And by downhill, I mean both definitions of the contronym. Things got a lot easier but the situation worsened.

I belong to the last generation that used hard-bound Encyclopedias. We were the last to use (high-quality) branded household appliances and electronics almost exclusively. We never drank coffee when we were kids, for we believed and that only the old people needed the stuff. We didn't go to Starbucks to take photos of what we will be drinking for breakfast. Drinking water as actually regarded as normal. We were the last people who believed that sex was sacred and viewed smutty materials in private.

We were somehow satisfied with our delusional fascination with scented pens, stationeries, and aroma beads (aka Kisses).

Our parents, the Baby Boomers, 'were the enjoyers of unprecedented economic prosperity' and were able fund real properties unlike the generations that followed them. We, the Generation Y (beg to be classed differently from Millennials), have older siblings from Generation X. We grew up listening to music from Gen X'ers and MTV. The Boomers experienced 'a second sexual awakening' a decade after their first offspring and all the teachers know us as the younger siblings of the X-Generation.

'Our formative years looked nothing like those of the Millennial, television came in largely via antenna, our movies were on VHS, our music was on tape cassettes. The internet wasn’t around, and by the time it was in any way that meant something, you could be disconnected by someone picking up a phone somewhere else in the house.'

We are the 'digital natives', we used GeoCities, Napster, MySpace, Friendster and mIRC. Back then, the only annoying things you can find on the web are glittery texts, ugly backdrops, requests for (Friendster) testimonials, and (sadly) multiple mugshots (later termed 'selfies'). People didn't air out dirty laundry on social media back then because the Universe was sensible enough and forbade the existence of the 'LIKE' button.

Walkmans and Discmans we considered portable and outdoorsy.

'We collected CDs assiduously, only to replace them ten or fifteen years later with limitless discographies we could toss in our pockets. Our first cars had tape decks, for god’s sake, and you were a god if it was the kind that automatically switched to side B when side A was finished'.

'A black binder of CDs had permanent shotgun in our cars, and sometimes the discs were so scratched that the player would spit it back out like a wrinkled (peso) bill in a vending machine.'

'I probably will not bother to explain film cameras and one-hour photo developing.'

'We were fully formed adults by the time we got our first cellphones. That, by itself, is enough to separate us from the Millennial tribe. Plans were made by landline phones, and parties happened by word of mouth rather than Facebook.'

Photo filters didn't exist back then, Humans who looked like humans stayed that way (humans who looked like dogs stayed looking like dogs too). Now, everything is backwards. Humans who do not look like dogs seem to want to look like one, and humans who look like dogs can photo-filter themselves to look more human.

Y2K scared the hell out of everyone. Had I known that the year 2000 would bring more than just a computing flaw, I would have been really frightened. Yes, I am a soul stuck in the 90's.

Quoted texts from: Patrick Hipp

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Bowl of Ignorance

KFC please understand that you have no right or claim to Sisig. Sisig is an original Capampangan dish and your rice bowl is not even remotely close to what we, the Capampangans call Sisig. By naming your product as such, you are promoting and serving ignorance. To those people who say we Capampangans are merely bashing, NO, we are not simply bashing, we are DEFENDING our HERITAGE. Please be reminded that your founder, Colonel Sanders was granted the title Colonel in recognition of his contributions to the State of Kentucky. It's not American Fried Chicken, it's Kentucky Fried Chicken. It's not Philippine Sisig, it's Capampangan Sisig.


I say give them an isolated island where they can build their own Utopia. Let them run their own government and let them fund for their own delusional needs instead of mooching off of the working class.

An economics professor said he had never failed a single student before but had, once, failed an entire class. The class had insisted that socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said ok, we will have an experiment in this class on socialism. All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A.

After the first test the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. But, as the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too; so they studied little …

The second Test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around the average was an F. The scores never increased as bickering, blame, name calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for anyone else. All failed to their great surprise and the professor told them that socialism would ultimately fail because the harder to succeed the greater the reward but when a government takes all the reward away; no one will try or succeed.
-source unknown

With that said, these people are also victims of their own ignorance, laziness, and misfortune. Vultures maliciously capitalize on their susceptibility for political, business, and even personal profit. If these wolves truly cared for these underprivileged people, they would have educated them.

Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime.

Again, nothing was said about giving the man a fishing rod or a net, or even a pond for that matter.

P.S. I still can't find a befitting word to accurately describe a group of people who would shamelessly steal from servicemen. How this group could steal from, the very people who put their lives at risk everyday to keep peace and order, is beyond me.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Amánung Sísuan

I have always admired my Cabalen (fellow Capampangan) who can write and speak in our native tongue so soulfully. I am also so envious of those who are studying Kulitan. Up until recently, I have always considered Amánung Sísuan (Breastfed Language) as a dialect instead of a Language. I grew up in a time when our Language was almost soley used by elders. Capampangan was seldom used in our own home.

The only person I spoke to in Capampangan was my mom. My dad often encouraged me to do Mass readings in Capampangan. I wasn't so enthused when I tried reading missalettes written in Capampangan. Damn, they were so hard to read. All I saw back then where Q's and C's on every word. I recently came across the words 'Quilo Balugbug Babi' and I didn't even know how to read or what 'Quilo' was (because I was reading it as Kilo). It turns out its Tagalog equivalent is 'Kilaw'. How I wish I had a deeper appreciation for our Language back when I was still a kid.

Still, I am thankful to have experienced scraping off the 'taba' from 'ema' and collecting it in a small jar. Thankful for learning how to stir 'biko' so it wouldn't get burnt. For having been able to enjoy Sherbet at Nepo and burgers from Lymer. And for the occasional visits (after shopping around) to 'Pisamban Apu'.

I am now married and have a kid. My wife hails from a different province. And my kid is the only one in the family who was born in Pampanga (I was born in Manila). Regrettably, I speak Capampangan even less now.

With the emergence of Call Centers and Super Malls, people from different provinces begin to migrate to and occupy Pampanga. Soon enough, our once proud people, way of life, accent, and food will be indistinguishable from the immigrants'. I am deeply saddened that everything Capampangan may soon be engulfed by the imperialist (see: Tagalog/Manileno) definition of 'Filipino'. Sadly, many still believe the twisted facts coming from imperial Manila, like Capampangan is merely a dialect. Because that detestable and generic melting pot (see: Imperial Manila) of nonsense has nothing unique and substantial to offer.

More on the Sisig Post:

Many non-Capampangans say let 'Sisig' have (tasteless) variants. We Capampangans firmly say NO! Sisig is distinct and it is unique, we won't let you turn it into some generic (and nauseating) dish.

Pizza has become so generic that everyone is allowed to put any garbage on it. Most people will even call it American Food, where in fact it is Italian. Why in the hell would you expect us Capampangans to let this happen to Sisig?