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Monday, September 13, 2004 

I Want My Chino, Paare.

Back in the early 90's, an interesting phenomenon took place among Manila's schools. Backlash against the vilification of the brainless colegiala began to take root in popular culture (read: the joke got tired) and the idea of the brainless coño boy began to float.

Like wow, paaare.

It didn't help that products of these exclusive schools had a more distinct accent compared to products of others where diction is less of a priority than say, determining the discriminant of any quadratic function. These boys slurred their R's, pronounced their schwas, and spoke in a manner both derisive and insulting.

It should be no surprise that someone will eventually create a running joke about boys like these, those into the manor born, they who live the Country Club life, and into whose ears the secrets and passwords to the country's wealth and power are whispered. In fact, Smart has had a ring back feature parodying this very cultural phenomenon.

However, people who've lampooned this sorry state of affairs in print are few and far between. Of late, bloggers like caffeine rush have been using the Internet to produce one of the most hilarious takes on the subject. For me, it is his irreverence and flair for the local that has gained him quite a following (read: his online persona is not only an airhead, but is also quite tactless). In fact, his post, kadiri kaya yung fete has generated around 187 comments as of this posting, some of them flattering, and some not so. In his blog, he makes an effective satire of the Starbucks-worshipping, class-splitting, self-absorbed coño crowd.

Pretty impressive for an Atenean, if I say so myself.

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  • Way too many of us are now enjoying the sorts of freedoms that our 1950’s counterparts couldn’t even have dreamed of. Hell, you couldn’t even read D.H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterly’s Lover” back then: that’s how repressed things were! It’s easy to forget what freedoms we now enjoy, but we should try our damnedest to be aware of these freedoms, because there are a bunch of bastards on the highest rungs of the ladder who would like to deprive us of these freedoms. They’d like us all to be blind, unquestioning sheep - little cogs in the big machine that they control.
  • Personally, I try my best not to be part of that machine. In my mind’s eye the machine is the epitome of all evil and I don’t want to be either a little or a big cog in it. I don’t want to participate in the running of this machine and would, if I knew how, happily sabotage it. I don’t approve of war. I don’t approve of the economic exploitation of the third world. I don’t approve of social inequalities. I don’t approve of the environmental devastation of the planet. And I don’t believe the lies that are told to justify these actions.
  • - Dee Rimbaud

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