Welcome to Volume 6 of The Marocharim Experiment. This blog is authored and maintained by Marocharim, the self-professed antichrist of new media.
Marocharim is a 21-year-old college senior from the University of the Philippines Baguio, majoring in Social Anthropology and has a minor in Political Science. He lives with his parents, his brother and his sister in Baguio City - having been born and raised there all his life. He is the author of three book-versions of The Marocharim Experiment.
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December 20, 2004
#008: And Now, A Brief Message From Friendster
To a certain extent, yes, nobody likes me at this point. And I couldn't really give a damn about it. Love me, like me, or hate me, I don't care.
Sometimes, however, you just don't take stuff like these (read on) lying down, even if you're as apathetic and manhid as I am. Somehow, "unfeeling" does not cut it.
Let's interrupt your reading (if you're one of the half dozen actually reading this) with a brief private message addressed to yours truly (via Friendster):
<<kung si JESUS MISMO, HINDI PINANIWALAAN sa mga katotohanang sinabi nya, AKO PA KAYANG ISANG HAMAK NA MORTAL LANG?? at hindi ko kayang pantayan ang katayuan mo ngayon sa buhay... PARA KANG SI CONFUCIUS... DAKILANG GURO at MIYEMBRO NG ARISTOKRASYA ng Sinaunang Tsina, at LAGING PINANINIWALAAN NG LAHAT NG TAO... anyway, matalino ka... pag-isipan mo na lang ang comparison...>>
dated december 20, 2004
Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don't really know whether I should get mad about that, or I should laugh my innards out... maybe I'll go with option # 2. I'll just sit here in my comfy little chair and laugh. Yup, laugh like hell. I'd like a smoke right now just to clear out my head and act rational, but I'll just go on laughing.
Now that I'm done laughing I'd like to set a few points straight. I'm as dumb as a rock when it comes to metaphors and other forms of figurative language I do not use... as long as it's not part of Marochalanguage (or, to use my friend Yellow's terms, verbal gymnastics) I do not comprehend it. Honestly, it took me the better part of ten minutes to actually understand what that meant, and the point was quite simple: it was an attack on my person.
Now please set the point straight and set me on the high road.