The Bella Flores Complex

Peter Pan complex, Oedipus complex, Elektra complex and Napoleoan complex are some of the eponymous psychological complexes commonly known by the general public.  But one unrecognized psychological complex is slowly emerging in Pinoy society.  It has a distinct characteristic theme that illustrates a well defined set of mental factors.

People with this type of psychological complex are described as having the compulsive need to crush other people’s dreams with a non-murdering persona.  They see cruelty as their only way to get attention.  They enjoy seeing sweat coming out of people’s pores when they exhibit their rage and fury.  They ferociously take pleasure in making other’s lives miserable through mental tactics, dark intentions and scheming manipulations.  They are obsessed with their object of slavery’s bodily parts in which they have the compulsion to make “sampal” (face slapping), “pingot” (ear pinching) and “sabunot” (hair pulling).

In conformity with other psychological complexes being eponyms (naming after a person or character) and to pay tribute to the most popular and notorious villainess in Philippine cinema this psychological complex is called The Bella Flores Complex.   

Pipingutin ko ang taong walang kilala na merong Bella Flores Complex!

Sikatchupoy

translation: Its okay not to be famous at least my prominence won't corrode!

Stardom is defined as a status of an individual acknowledged as a star.  One gospel truth is that everybody aspires to be sikat (popular) and be a star.  It is synonymous to fame and fortune!.  Due to life’s surprises and enigmatic circumstances people just suddenly find themselves in the status of stardom.  It could be in-born, a fascinating fate and destiny or simply caused by melodramatic blood, sweat and tears.

I envy those ungifted and undeservinng stars who did nothing but suddenly found themselves filthy rich and fiercely famous (the likes of Kim Kardashian, Zanjoe Marudo, Willie Revillame, Gerard Anderson and Kate Gosselin to name a few).  Some have not yet even finished their studies but owns heaps of money and monstrous properties.  The only factor why they ended up being wickedly famous is because of their so called x-factor – the unexplainable element that enables these individuals to portray kick-in-the-butt social and cultural values in the lives of others.  They are the existing testament of “life being unfair”.

Saan ba makakabili ng letcheng x-factor na yan?! Bibili ako ng lima. Grrr!

Dreaming of Super Power Philippines

After finishing my morning ritual of hand-grinding my Sumatra coffee beans and savouring the aroma that filled my Indonesian-inspired kitchen, I left my mansion in the posh village located in Pasay.  I was driven in my white Sarao limousine by a British-national driver sent to me by the British labour agency.

While inside the car, I checked my e-mail sent to me by my Norwegian secretary.  When I opened my Kyowa-labelled computer, it indicated that I will have a late lunch meeting with the economic power brokers who run the world’s economy.  These guys are from Bangladesh, Somalia and Afghanistan – earth’s most powerful economies after the Philippines.

But my meeting with these men will be before I have personally interviewed the line-up of immigrants from poverty-stricken US and Canada applying as housekeepers and gardeners in my mansion.  Mother Nengkoy wanted me to personally screen these people from these 3rd world countries because her previous laundry-ladies from extremely poor Ireland and Switzerland were such lazy fools.

After my short but influential meetings with the power brokers, I would have to have a tea-break with my friends from Haiti and Mongolia – the planet’s next superpowers (of course after the Philippines).  My secretary told me that my tea-break will be at 7-star Sogo Hotel in the high-end with lush-greenery of  Baseco Compound.  I promised to let my Haitian and Mongolian friends to taste Tsaang Gubat, the most expensive tea in the solar system.

While I am driven to my high-tech newly renovated office located in the commercial district of Sitio Magdalena in Tondo, Manila, I received a phone call from a good and incalculably wealthy friend who is inviting me to have a long weekend vacation in Ethiopia.  She expressed that Ethiopia now has the grandest museum.  I agreed to go to affluent and well-heeled Ethiopia this weekend but I disagree that it has the grandest museum because the Philippines have the largest and most technologically advanced museum.  Philippines’ National Museum now located in Sapang Palay Bulacan owns and houses pieces that were previously seen in Vatican Museum, New York Metropolitan, Hermitage in Russia and Muse Du Lourve in France.  Thanks to Ka Totoy Talastas the museum’s chief curator who encouraged the Philippine government to acquire and purchase all these pieces from those impoverished and penniless countries that previously owns it.

When the car reached Sitio Magdalena and when I was about to alight the limousine in front of my 168-storey building… I woke up from this tremendous dream.

Ayun! Nagising ako.  Oras na para mamalansta! Hahaha!

Condom Ads and the Pinoy Bishops

The conservative Catholic Bishops’ Conference of the Philippines (CBCP) is calling on the immediate banning of condom ads in the country.  CBCP said that “condom advertisements should be banned from television, radio, movies, newspapers, magazines and public places, as they desensitize the youth’s delicate conscience and weaken their moral fibers as future parents”.

I am a Catholic but I am also free.  I am free to express that I totally disagree with these pronouncements. 

Some sectors say that this call is tantamount to censorship that go against the freedom of speech.  I don’t care about censorship but what is sad about this dictum is that the core of our country’s religious institution do not have enough confidence, trust and faith towards the tenacity of today’s youth.  Therefore, if CBCP sees that today’s youth to be morally weak, frail and delibitated then they should allow these condom ads and its usage for it in some way save the youth from indisposition and pre-mature life’s complications – like early and unexpected parenthood.

For me, these puffed up bishops should go out of their high-and-mighty cathedrals, basilicas and churches so as to be aware on what truly is going on in the  country (if not the world).  Besides, Catholic bishops need not worry about these condom commercials because Pinoys are poor and actually do not have enough money to buy one.

Anyway, before these condom ads would disappear in the face of Pinoy media, let me add in this post a cool yet subtle condom commercial posted on YouTube three years ago…

Kelan kaya magkakaron ng condom na “coconut sprinkled” ang flavor?

Have You Ever Noticed…

When cutting your fingernails, which fingernail grows the fastest?

When cleaning your nose, which hole has more nose hairs?

When scrubbing your armpits, which side is darker?

When raking your ear-hole, which has more wax?

When farting, which is more noxious, the silent and subdued type or the loud and roaring one?

 Hwag madiri… Kahit si Pope at Vilma Santos umuutot…

Gym & Laundry: Positive Linear Correlation

My running shoes are one of the most unused items in my crib for the past two and a half months.  Though I am still in the “I-hate-the-gym” phase and my delicious body is getting bulky and a lot more corpulent I am still looking for reasons why I don’t need to go to the pit of the sweatshop.  I want these reasons to be statistically sound that is why I refreshed my knowledge on Inferential Statistics so as help me decide if I will return to the house of muscle and steel – the gym.

 Pearson Product-Moment Correlation Coefficient (otherwise known as Pearson’s r) is one tedious and labyrinthine topic in my Inferential Statistics subject during my college days.  It is a measure of the correlation between two variables X and Y, resulting to a value between +1 and -1.

 Since I am crazy, I utilized the Pearson’s r formula in which my X and Y variables were carefully selected:

                 X variable = the weight of my laundry per month

                Y variable = the number of days I spent in the gym per month

 After a brain draining analysis and computation, I found out that the weight of my laundry is directly proportional and has a positive linear correlation to number of days I spend in the gym.

 Conclusion:  Doing laundry is one of the chores I like.  It helps me to check out the present condition of my wardrobe (even if it is wet) and helps me decide on which items needs retiring.  Therefore I need to go back to the gym.

 Panahon nanaman ng pawis at hingal…

Answer Me Before I Open It…

“If it is wrong, would it be okay that I don’t want to be right? Is this an addiction or a spiritual aversion? Why is it that we gravitate towards the forbidden? Is it human nature? But is it worth it? Does the nectar of the forbidden taste so sweet that it is worth the drama, frustration, energy and effort?  I wonder, can anything taste so good?”

These are the questions I ask myself if I would open or not the last pack of Arnotts Tim Tams chocolate biscuits courtesy of my loving friends from the nation of muscled-men, Oztralya!

Ayan! May topak ulet…

I’m a Glazed Donut

After having dinner at Nengkoy’s house tonight and driven back to my crib by the Clamor family, I suddenly had the craving to eat a piece of donut.  My deranged faculty and taste buds just suddenly wants a bite or two of a donut.  I even wondered on what type of donut would I like to devour. 

However, it is too late for me to go out just to satisfy this ridiculous craving.  That is why I settled on browsing the internet on what type of donut would I be. 

Surprisingly, according to Blogthings (after answering a few preposterous and ill-conceived questions), I am a…

GLAZED DONUT : )

Okay, you know that you’re plain – and you’re cool with that. 

You prefer not to let anything distract you from your sweetness.

Your appeal is understated yet universal.  Everyone digs you.

And in a pinch, you’ll probably get eaten.

Sabi ko na nga ba, masarap ako eh! Mwahaha!!!

Feeling Super Hero

Last weekend, I immersed myself on updating what is going-on in the world by watching CNN all day.  Cable News Network featured the devastating earthquake that ripped Haiti.  The scenes were so moving, shocking and gruesome in which I had difficulty controlling my overwhelming urge to put my underwear over my pants, wear cape and help humanity.

Luckily, I was successful in controlling my insane urge.  But I was so distressed for feeling so incapable, feeble and helpless.  I turned off the TV and say a little prayer for the people of Haiti.

Amen!