An Entry of Hate

I'm waving my finger for everyone to see.  That's right!  I be a wee bit too angry for the safety of the "sovereign Filipino people imploring the aid of Almighty God".

With that said, I am pissed off.  I'm so sick and tired of people who simply complain about what's wrong with the government without actually doing anything about it!  It shows a clear manifestation of the slavery to the shackles of history and the chains of colonial mentality.

If the people who simply sit at their couches watching the news ask "what's happening to the country?".  WAKE UP PEOPLE!!!  The news is not there to be commented on, but to take action in knowledge thereof!  Is it just me, or does the fact that my teacher does NOT UNDERSTANDING SIMPLE ENGLISH pushing me further off the cliff?

I mean, my political science teacher, thinks she's all that in a very arrogant and pompous manner, asks questions but doesn't understand my answers.  I've been trying my best to be circumspect in my replies, but do I have to adopt the accent of the improper "Filipino" accent for the English language? Or do I have to mispronounce the words just to get through to her?

And what about essays?  My GOD, have MERCY UPON ME!  Must I be excessively verbose to the point that I have to beat around the bush just to get full points??  Hasn't the woman learned of the saying "more matter, less art"??? I'm thoroughly pissed enough as it is that I have to look at my test results, and look at another person's result only to find that person gets higher marks because of beating around the bush in an excessively undeliberated sort of manner manifesting a lack of vocabulary and class!

She continues to rant about how the students should participate more because we're paying for the class hours; but then WHEN I ASK THE QUESTIONS, she doesn't even give me a decent enough answer!  Oh, if I could only take arms 'gainst this sea of trouble!  Talk about a language barrier, this is the worst one I've encountered yet!

Random Coincidence?

If you have read the Da Vinci code and have done your research, you'd find that the picture above greatly resembles the picture of the divine arc.

It's a really beautiful coincidence.  Is it not?

Eulogy to a Dead Tree

There used to be a tree in my neighborhood. Now it has been devoid of its branches and I have to say it is a sorry sight. Like an obelisk of death it stands tall and I feel helpless as I see a tree that had a part in my childhood hacked. Feeling a very strong sense of nostalgia, I remember the times when my childhood friends/neighbors used to hide behind that tree when we played hide and seek because it was a good hiding spot. For so long a time it just stood there giving us shade- like it had a choice. I guess at some point in our lives we just have to say goodbye to that which has "breathed their last breath".

Yet of all the things in life, change is the only thing constant. No one can escape it; many will try to keep the status quo but fail miserably only to find that change may not be so much of a bad thing. Again, it may be bitter at first and it is that experience that makes us stronger; yet when we see experience a change that is at first glance beneficial to ourselves we welcome it with open arms.

Such are the ironies in life that make it all the more interesting.

Missing things

*screams out loud*  MAN! Do I miss clubbing... No, I'm not after the booze or smoke; I just miss chilling out with people having fun.  These past few weeks have been nothing but boredom. 

There used to be a time when I could truly call myself "kiat", in a non-malicious way of course-- as in really unable to stay put in seriously small amounts of time.  It's been a really long time since I've unwinded and let out all the stress that's building up over time.  As I'm sitting in the living room typing away at my father's laptop, I can't help but think I could be someplace else having a night life.

Of course, having a night out in a club can have its cons.  First of all, the second hand smoke: what the hell is it with people smoking in enclosed places?? I mean for the love of God why don't you kill yourselves someplace else and not bring other people with you?  Angry moment over...  Sensitivity issues: I couldn't help but be shocked the first time I entered a club.  It was like people were, doing IT without doing IT.  Being used to clean fun, it was like being slapped in the face as if telling me, "oh, so is that how older people do it?"  Sheesh, as if that's not enough, there are also the egocentric types.  As if it's not enough that they're out there flaunting stuff that wasn't bought with their own money, they try to make everyone know they didn't pay a single coin from their pocket.  AS IF!!!

Oh well, I guess I miss it for the fun part, but for the most part, I wish there was just some club out there with a simple NO-SMOKING policy, that doesn't include the words gay or alternative.

Blog Reborn: When Boredom Strikes

Took me a while to realize that when I do these blogs, it's either I'm not doing anything important lately or I'm procrastinating because what I'm about to do is boring.

Oh well, I decided to republish my blog, naming it When Boredom Strikes.  Forgive me if the idea has already been made up; but I like the idea itself and it coincides with why I make blogs.

I hope you all like it since the previous style reeked of death and although I'm comfortable with the idea of death I pretty much prefer life over its absence.  Oh yeah, if any of you friendsters still have the patience to consider reading my writing, thank you for the effort of reading the excessively wordy articles I have put here.  God bless! toodles! (toodles? that sounded gay...)

things people don't know about me

1. my body clock is so way off; i usually sleep around 2 in the morning or 5 in the afternoon.

2. i usually don't like gay people but I can make a really good impression of one.

3. Most of the time I just let my words do the thinking for me and end up regretting why I said or wrote or typed it.

4. I am observant only when I want to be, but when I do weirdness ensues.

5. I don't give a crap about what people say unless I did something wrong.

6. I have a high aptitude for mathematics yet I hate the subject.

7. I hate using computers because I get drained afterward and yet I can't stop using one.

8. What people see me do doesn't reflect what's going inside my mind.

9. I'm borderline schizophrenic, almost.

10. I have attention deficit disorder.

Life was made to be appreciated

There is so much to be appreciated in life for there are so many changes that happen, and in experiencing these changes that we realize or get a really rude wake up call to reality, that what we could have appreciated is gone.

Yes fellow friendsters, the very obscurity of life itself is not the changes that we see and experience, but in not appreciating the things that we oh so take for granted.  For years i have been trying to find what truth maybe out there that i was too blind to look at my own truth, the truth about my experiences, the truth about my friends and family, the very truth of life itself.

Life was made to be appreciated.  Though there are times of suffering and despair, without these times, that which we have sought that caused these sufferings taste so much sweeter.

Do not linger in despair, instead take the time to appreciate the blessings that we can truly call our own; for they may not stay for too long.

I Stand Corrected

I would like to thank John Michael for saying it in my face that what I did was very wrong.  To show such uncivilized behavior on the bulletin board(see "I had to post this on the bulletin") was way out of line, and also a very hypocritical thing to do.  To make such statements was like trying to limit people's freedom of speech. 

I am sincerely sorry for all those people that I may have hurt for venting out my anger in a very inappropriate manner.  It was very classless of me, and I am willing to accept any flames that I may have caused for such rude behavior.

Sincerely sorry,

JaY

I had to post this on the bulletin.

To all bulletin spammers:

Please, if it's not too much trouble, PUT A LID ON IT!!!!

It only goes to show that not only are you an idiot, but more so a moronic idiot and an idiotic moron!  Seriously, get a life because we can sure hell do without you posting the same message over and over again.

Why the heck do you do what you do?  Have you not the least bit of discipline somewhere at the back of your insanely stupid brain that you have to impede other people from reading bulletins that at least have good content other than airing out your grievances at the cost of other people?

I mean it already is a nuisance of having to click the next button on the bulletin board only to find the same message over and over and over again.  It is quite amazing to find that a person of IQ 12 is able to turn on a computer and spam the bulletin board of whatnot crap you call a bulletin post!

For all non-bulletin spammers who at least have decency to not make my life miserable of having to click the next button over and over again:

Thank you for not making my life more miserable than it already is.  Thank you for having the decency of putting out there good content that is at least intelligble and civilized.

Stop this vicious and voracious violation of volition! Re-post this bulletin and please, let the voices of the oppressed be heard!!

Thus I become a hater

I have found a rather profound disgust for stupidity lately because of the fact that I have been enlightened by a blog recently.  Madame Fabolous's PENIS blog has me hooked.  Although it is a rather twisted blog, I have found a very great smart-ass of sorts.

For too many a long time have I been trampled upon by the injustices of the world.  I for one think it's high time to stick it to the man, and stick it where it hurts the most.  I'm talking about getting a big ol' bat and start swinging it around people who are less-than-worthy, less-than-mortal who by the way disgrace whatever it is they believe in or come from with their lazy-ass replies that just being around them makes me lose my IQ.  Argh, do I hate such people.

It has come to my immediate attention that I finally join the people who have resigned serving Lady Justice.  It's just too much for my mind and my heart and my soul to help those who do not help themselves and not give justice for what their very being entails, implies, and means.  I have gone so much deep into the hole of my soul that there is but a dot of light at the beginning of the gaping hole of my soul.

I must release all the hatred that has been so many a time trapped in my heart.  My sincerest apologies for those that I have hurt, have been hurting, and will hurt for I have lost all sense of emotion that morality is nothing but a shadow of my now vacant and empty shell.

Do to Others (Part 2)

Why is it that when we do what we believe is right we instantly become the villain leaving us helpless to the slaughter of psychological fights of unseen knives in form of words coming to stab us at the back?

Is the world become so much an evil place that people cannot behave without being called "goodie two shoes"?  We try to do what is right and what do we get?  People start running their mouths and hearts crack.  We get to play the part of villain although it is the direct opposite of what we want!  Is this to imply that we were put on this world to become the ever repetitive "brown-nose revival"?

I guess that is the culture of the world.  That in doing what we only thought was right is wrong, and what is right in the moral standards of the world is directly opposite to our own sense of morality.  We are but helpless victims of the whims of fate.

"We are oft to blame in this.  Tis too much proved that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself" T_T

When boredom strikes in the computer lab

Boredom.  Computers.  People playing DotA.

Can anyone imagine a more blissful place?  HELL YEAH!

The room was lit by flourescent lamps with a rather olden frame signifying that the place was at least twenty years old.  The humming of the air conditioner was gently blowing a cool yet machinated breeze that tasted too much of the unnatural.  The constant clicking of mouses and the occasional space key presses are beginning to take toll on my nerves.  Am I to spend the rest of my life in front of the computer rotting because that is what my course entails-- using a computer?

I have been asking that very same question these past few months and have been thinking: "why computer science?"  There are so many other courses that I would have excelled in and yet I chose this course; and for what reason?  At first I kept telling myself that it would be easier since the most if not all of the teachers there used to be colleagues of my mom and dad, but that was not a valid reason.  I also told myself that the course would come off easier on me than other people since I have been using a computer since I was two years old.  Then I realized that that too, may also be an invalid reason.

Again, my philosophy teacher comes into my mind saying the same thing over and over again: "Logic is the study of correct thinking." 

Have I thought wrong?  Did I not give my course enough thought during the time that was allowed me?  Am I to spend the rest of my days rotting in front of a computer screen?  I certainly hope not.  Maybe I'm overthinking the whole situation and I should just continue what I started.  Someone help PLEASE!!!