Post of Rage 4: The Headache Sequel

Currently, I am recovering from a terrible bells palsy, probably due to enduring stress for back to back events that happened for the past few months. I still get minor headache behind my head even if I overslept for both weekend days. My head is like being jack hammered and it is the perfect ingredient for another entry of the post of rage.

Novelty Radios
Again, the proverbial different folks for different strokes, but come on, we need to have good music, not ear wrenching novelty music which compose of horrible old love song ballads, one hit wonders from local talents that loves mashing the sampler machine like there is no tomorrow, combine with terrible, self labeled awesome novelty DJs.

Ahhh! sound of novelty radio station! Ahhh! tugstugstugs!

I fondly remembered Rein was an avid listener of a popular DJ.  Later and rightfully she regretted being a fan after seeing the real DJ on TV, a very complete opposite of what the listeners usually engraved to their minds due to his “witty” one-liners that probably taken from a nearby tabloid newspaper, and they tend to think he is one of God’s greatest contributions to handsomeness but you will shake your fist in disappointment. I don’t mind not so popular songs be played on radio because for one, I love every kind of music but please, advertisers, ditch the novelty radios and  go with the stations that plays good songs accompanied by not headache inducing DJs, and lastly, the listeners has the buying power to buy whatever you are selling.

Filthy Public Comfort Rooms
One of the worst things that can happen to you while you are out around the metro is when the Gods of bowel movement suddenly crumpled your stomach and tells you need to unload your feces, like now. Unfortunately in our dear country, especially in our polluted power capital, finding a decent comfort room in public is quite hard.

The correct “Public comfort room usage  preparation mode”

A lot of public rest rooms are filthy and full of crap  smacked all over the place, figuratively and literally, yes I did saw a comfort room with splattered feces in the wall once. Of course, the blame will fall to the ones assigned to make the room squeaky clean and worthy to put our butts on, but everyone knows that maintaining such task with consistency is a sort of allergy to some of our countrymen.

Showbiz  Talkshows and Gossip Suckers
I despise showbiz talk shows, especially the local ones packed with showbiz “journalists” that jerks off backstage when he sees his favorite actor on set. Gossip addicts and being gullible is one of the most popular traits of our nationality. They know more about other persons lives than their selves. Always hungry for scoop and over excited when a revelation is about to broadcast on national TV, complete with epic yet hilarious score and sound effects. Some people actually fight over some gossip and sometimes a kitchen knife is involve.

Gossip, gossip, babble, babble, bullshit, bullshit

Instead of talking about the private lives of our actors and actresses, why don’t we talk about on what they are doing in the first place, which is acting to entertain their fans. Talk more about the movies, TV shows and other miscellaneous projects, that’s good TV. Imagine a world without any gossip addicts, that would be awesome.

Well, at least I felt a little better and I usually say, I hope some of my post here in a way impart the world to make it a better place.