Celebrities and me
In an attempt to assert the “fame” I supposedly have, I’ve decided to periodically post detailed accounts of the celebrities (Real celebrities. Not the ones who think having a moderately funny and popular website makes them one. Like this guy.) I run into and mingle with.
Aside from asserting my fame, it would also make me look more attractive and fuckable in the eyes of my beloved lady readers. I mean come on, face it, I’m sure I manage to evoke a chuckle or two from you guys with my posts as you read them through your overwhelmingly boring office wonts; but would you, undrugged, sober and without me pointing a small firearm at your head while smiling and pointing to my crotch, to you you then back to my crotch again, have sex with me? Exactly.
Anyway, these past few weeks, I’ve seen the following celebrities:
Pilita Corrales, hanging out at the bar she runs over at the Green Hills theater mall. Okay, after obnoxiously subjecting a lot of people to torturous chagrin with my little known series of posts called The Atrocities of Friendster, I’m trying my best not to be mean to anyone. But holy fuck, Pilita Corrales ranks high in the list of people I am least likely to fuck. And that is saying a lot considering I’d pretty much stick my penis in anything that moves but surprisingly, when I saw her, the first thought that crossed my mind was “I am NEVER going to fuck this woman even if my life depended on it.”
Then I thought “Who am I kidding here? I stuck my penis inside a hole I cut through a piece of microwaved tenderloin steak last night; of course I’d fuck her.”
FobCast Episode 4 - I am John Rambo.
In this Episode we talk about:
- Offline blogger events, The effectivity of blogs as a marketing medium.
- The “Hackingtosh” Experience
- The new Apple Product line.
- Our App Picks for the Week.
Un-gay your résumé
For somebody outside Human Resources who does regular staff hires, I absolutely hate resumes. I’d honestly rather peruse an electronic document than to flip through pages upon pages of candidate-submitted CV’s.
As I see it, the trend in Human Resource Management is shifting from giving major consideration to the CV as far as making hires is concerned to something that evenly distributes scrutiny between sources such as blogs (Which, I think, is an effective gauge of a person’s passion and how it could translate into potential real world actions), career-centric social networks like LinkedIn and even what potential employers see when they first search for your name in Google.
This is a natural progression I cannot wait for to happen. However, until such a time when the present breed of Human Resources Managers bequeath their responsibilities to pony tail-sporting, Web 2.0 adroit young professionals, the resume will remain to be a nuisance we have no choice but to deal with.
The main problem faced by people who make hires is that sometimes, the sheer number of candidates applying for a particular position inhibits them from going over individual resumes thoroughly. Resumes are usually given a quick skim and if a detail catches a potential employer’s eye, then maybe he’d read it more thoroughly.
It is tough for a resume to catch the attention of a potential employer and while it’s tempting to pull stunts like using colored paper, vanity photos and crazy fonts on your resume; these along with having a weird ass email address like lhoverbhoyet_totallyrad2@homail.com all scream unprofessional and turns most potential employers off.
Drugs, Misanthropy
Saturday night, me and the girlfriend went over to Tagaytay for a little intimate downtime. It was nothing short of incredible: We stuffed our face with arguably the best pepperoni pizza I’ve ever had in my life and some putanesca, ate half-pound burgers and Philly cheese steaks afterwards and had a blast getting shit-faced (and sexually inappropriate at one point–This is debatable though. I mean, how can two people who are girlfriend-boyfriend be ’sexually inappropriate’ in the first place. I mean come on, people get into relationships just for all the sexual inappropriateness.) with pitchers of green mango margarita.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I had shitloads of fun–but only because my girlfriend was there. If she weren’t I probably would take comfort in just speed drinking my alcohol and not so much as look at anyone in the restaurant or bar I’m in.
Worse, I’d probably bite the waiter’s head off for returning my card to me and telling me how it’s maxed out when obviously, I still have 2k left on my 100k credit limit–Unless of course the curtain rods I carded the other day already reflected on my statement and, in that case, my card is already maxed out. But yeah, I’d still yell at him and attempt to punch him simply because it’s sort of my coping mechanism. And I like yelling at people. And tits. Yelling and tits.
-
The Star
Mike "Fucking" Villar
Read more
"The personal blog of Marketing Strategist, Rising Internet Star, Man Blog editor, child pornographer, alcoholic, and cokehead-- Douchebag Jones--Err, Mike Villar!
