Who we are

We live perfectly imperfect lives.
If not for these (supposed) imperfections,
life would not be as eventful and colorful.
These imperfections make us who we are.
And who we are, is what makes us appealing.
That's what I think, at least.

Banana feeling

A comrade-in-broadcasting recently chatted me up
on Facebook, lamenting his disgust for the current
crop of fly-by-night, wannabe "dj" posers, whose
only apparent requisite is their boisterous screaming-faggot
laughter, if anything else. Unsurprisingly, these
comedy bar rejects couldn't string an adlib together
off the top of their discolored, mousse-laden pinheads.
In so many words, they couldn't adlib their way out of a
paperbag. This, sadly, is the current crap, err.. crop of
on-air creatures.

Newsflash: Di porke't malakas tawa mo, "dj" ka na!?

I'm glad I got outta the game long ago.
Gives a whole new meaning to quitting while you're ahead.