There comes a point in every movement, creed, race, religion, gender identity, or party where elitism reeks its ugly head. Elitism at its scariest is in the ironic twist when one's marginalization becomes the basis of self-righteousness, when the label of outcast becomes the basis of self-entitlement, and when even the mere choice of action becomes the basis of self-admiration.

Filipino horror movie titles are usually just a single word.

Pagpag. Sukob. Dalaw. Sigaw. etc. etc.

I swear I love that about horror movies here: you can make ANY word sound scary by putting it on an elaborately designed poster. Let test that shall we?

Suklay. Kape. Bintana. Solmux. Chicharon. Mani. Erpats. Beki.

Ayun! I just came up with Regal Films and Star Cinemas next line-up of films!

Similarly, Filipino romance movie titles are either song lyrics or song titles.

A Very Special Love, No Other Woman, Love Me Again, etc.

Seriously just get an old Bituin Escalate song and look at the lyrics and you've got yourself an entire FRANCHISE of Filipino romance movies!

"Kung Ako Nalang Sana Iyong Minahal."
"Kung Ako Nalang Sana Iyong Minahal 2: Di Ka Na Muling Mag-iisa."
"Kung Ako Nalang Sana Iyong Minahal 3: Di Ka Na Muling Luluha Pa."

GET TO WORK REGAL FILMS!!!

Don't let go of your humanity.

I don't view the "Seven Deadly Sins" as sins. I view them as natural elements of being human. Lust, greed, gluttony, wrath, sloth, envy, pride: are these not all observable characteristics of humanity albeit frowned upon? I do not condone them but neither do I condemn them if they are felt. We should not totally or utterly repress them, but merely temper them. Never give in to these things too often or too much but just deal with them as they come.

It's strange, we try to let go of these factors or ignore or forget about them as best we can. Because we fear hurting others or fear social backlash. But these are part of what makes us, us. It's our imperfections that make us human. And I wanna take in both the good and bad of humanity. We aren't gods.

The phrase "Catholic all-boys school" would appeal to several people as an institution where the most ideal, the most model and reputable of students and gentlemen are molded. This is of course far from the truth.

We were Catholic to the point of repressing certain ideas in favor of constant, repetitive indoctrination for a period of thirteen years. We were an all-boys school whose population consisted largely of assuming, sexually-repressed (and obsessed) alpha-males who flaunted their compensation-borne machismo. And we were a school whose initially-noble sense of pride had been twisted to fit and justify the idiocies of a delightlessly impudent student body.