I Hate You

HATE is such a strong word.

You hear it and a lot of things come rushing into your mind.

HATE may politically signify war and revolt. The word HATE may pertain to something that is unjust and is truly abhorred. This hate may be signified by the hate of a countryman to the current rules and state of his country, and how things are being planned by those who are in power. And as the hate "matures", the countryman will try to get rid of what he hates. It is therefore natural that the countryman will have its voice heard through protests, revolts and application of necessary measures upon that hate-able thing.

It probably goes for anyone that hates something or someone. No matter how deep or how shallow the hate is, they try to get rid of it. In turn, they get dirty on stuff and think of any possible way to get around and get rid of that hate.

I do hate a lot of stuff in my life.

Let's take PIMPLES as one of them.

You don’t want them anywhere in your skin, and yet they seem to be so comfortable with growing on every crevice of your face.

And with the hate of pimple, comes the hate for people with smooth skin. You think of every possible reason why you can't have godlike skin similar to what they have. Skin that radiates and somehow glows.

The skin that's just "almost perfect".

Smooth-skinned people, especially males, are those people who are MOST PROBABLY on the homosexual side of ah... sexuality. It is quite peculiar that a guy has smooth, white, glowing, and much smoother skin than mine. Well, actually it's normal but if it's too smooth, too white, and there's too much glow, the guy is probably gay. The level of gayness depends on the thickness of vanity stuff such as make-up and all that beautification paraphernalia.

Therefore, if I hate pimple, I certainly hate vain and low class faggots who can’t seem to have enough respect for their own selves and continue to pursue a life of having a chemically-induced smooth skin.

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One of the most annoying things that I have come to hate are certain radio stations. And I can’t do anything about them since they are what’s common on FXs, buses, and jeepneys. I can’t blame these stations for having that kind of theme since the masses and our noble PUV drivers are their primary target. That’s why they usually greet those people on PUVs, especially the drivers.

I hate how they run their show. I tell you, it’s this fucking animated laughter every single pause of what the DJ has to say. It could be the squirrel laugh, or the monkey laugh, or whatever kind of laughter that they can plug into almost each and every ending of a statement.

And the DJs are at it too. Oh man, they are so fucking hateful for me. As in they really have to force their lungs just to pull out that ratatatat laughter after every three words or so. It’s just so dreadful. And almost every station has to have this joke portion of some sort with chipmunk voices and Visayan accent for others. And the talk shows in the morning also offers the same annoyance they bring in with the other bunch of annoying stuff. It just keeps on coming. It is just a trend for these type of radio stations. If one station has this kind of gimmick, then you won’t let your station be out of the light. So you put in what the crowd likes (which are probably the chipmunk voices telling jokes which may be from the number of circulating jokes on cellphones.) and compete from that point on. The smaller the voice, the better. The more abundant the laughs are, the better. The longer the DJs can hold their breath for laughing, the better. The older the music that they play, the better. The more frequent they play the old song, the better.

What a brilliant way to run a successful radio station.

And of course the music never changes. It is oldies almost all day long. It’s everyday Barry Manilow or Rod Stewart or some other singer from that era. Well, those classicals aren’t really that bad. It’s just that they are overplayed. I’m pretty sure that if they’ve got a CD for those tracks, it’s probably wrecked the first week that it is used.

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Pero syempre, there will come a time that you have to become what you’ve hated.

Well in my case, I’ve come to like what I hate.

At di ko alam kung bakit ngayon eh natutuwa na ako sa pakikinig sa mga ganitong klase ng radio stations.

I guess my desire to ignore them every time I hear them just gave off. You got tired of rejecting what you hate, and just give in.

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. If you can’t ignore them, try and listen.

And that’s what I did. After some time of condemning these radio station and that I can’t really do anything to not listen to them (since I don’t have an MP3 player and I can’t ask the driver to change the station), I’ll just have to try and listen.

Behind these intense machine-generated series of laughter, there are some good and funny jokes that they give out from time to time. Aside from the annoying laughter of the DJs and the meek and puny way they deliver the jokes, there is some point in the show that you’ll just laugh because a joke is REALLY funny. And sometimes you’ll just agree to what the dumb-sounding DJ says because it is correct, even if the topics are purely senseless and mostly sexually-oriented topics.

Nakakainis mang sabihin eh natutuwa na din akong makinig ng palabas ng Love Radio at ng Energy FM. Saka maganda naman si Nicole-hiyala. Medyo tagilid lang si Chris Tsuper pero ayos na din. Natutunan ko nang indahin ang mga nakakairita nilang mga tawa na talaga naming hinugot pa sa large intestine para lang mapwersa ang pagtawa.

Yun pinsan ko nga eh di naman nakikinig ng ganung station dati, pero ngayon eh yun na ang default station ng radio niya.

Nakakainis yun. I hate that kind of station. Pero masaya kasi ang kulit ng mga DJs kahit sobrang ang sarap sampalin ng lalamunan nila sa sobrang kakornihan.

Ah, hayaan mo na. Bibili na lang ako ng MP3 player at yun ang gagamitin ko sa byahe.

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I hate myself, but not because of my smooth skin. And as time goes on, I’ve become what I’ve hated, so in turn, I became myself, which is what I hate and what I don’t like. So apparently, there’s no end to this self-hating cycle.