Interlude: My Pet Peeves

People who take themselves too seriously but refuse to take others seriously.

People who are sarcastic every friggin’ time, especially when uncalled for.

People who take everything personally.

People who can’t take a joke.

People who talk down to you.

People who have to hammer down the point that they’re intellectual.

And funny.

People who insist on "moving on" without deracinating the problems.

Elites who think they’re such a working class hero.

"Friends" who tell you they’ll be there when you need them, but never are until it’s too late. They regret, and then go back to their retarded uncaring selfish ways again.

People who, when you criticize the movies they like, say "You really should learn how to sit back, turn off your brain and EN-JJJOOY!"

Guys who think they’re so hiphop and gangsta’.

Guys who think they’re so punk rock.

Elevator music. Especially Bossa Nova renditions of "Eleanor Rigby".

Those bloody annoying badass-posturing beer adverts.

Labandera adverts.

Kris Aquino adverts.

GMA propagandas and propagandists.

Those shameless self-promoting posters of politicians taking credits for all their shoddy projects, as if their faces are some kind of precious loveboat materials.

Litterbugs. Especially jeepney passengers who throw out peanut shells and eaten corns.

Inconsiderate jerks who stand next to the elevator buttons but won’t hold the doors open for incoming passengers.

People who can’t fall in line.

Overbearing pricks.

Manila’s Taxi Drivers.

And damned plagiarists.