Prince of Wellington

Post # 100+

2009-05-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

Man, I am just surprised I remembered my password for this damn thing! Less than two weeks until the official start of college life...

Sink or swim...

UP Manila Schedule - First Semester

2009-05-15T05:43:00.000-07:00

MONDAY
8:30AM - 10:00AM (GAB 104 NATURAL SCIENCE)
10:00AM - 11:30AM (RH 301 HISTORY I)
1:00PM - 3:00PM (SSWC PE 1 FPF)

TUESDAY
11:30AM - 1:00PM (GAB 101 COMM I)
2:30PM - 4:00PM (RH 221 SOC SCI I)
4:00PM - 5:30PM (RH 115 MATH I)

WEDNESDAY
NO CLASSES, Sit in in PHILO I or at UST

THURSDAY
8:30AM - 10:00AM (GAB 104 NAT SCI I)
10:00AM - 11:30AM (RH 301 HISTORY I)

FRIDAY
2:30PM - 4:00PM (RH 221 SOC SCI I)
4:00PM - 5:30PM (RH 115 MATH I)

Pic Post

2009-05-04T03:45:00.001-07:00

Working on a New Layout

2009-04-28T07:53:00.000-07:00

I have a lot of stuff to do at the moment so I can't say much right now except I'm putting this blog on minima template until I finish the new layout I'm working on.

Wow, it's been a LONG while since my last post.

And that's the end of it

2009-03-07T04:16:00.000-08:00

"ego defaeco vos ex meus vita"

Girl Problems

2009-02-19T06:50:00.000-08:00

Know that I seldom whine or bitch publicly in this blog about any girl problems whatsoever but there's this just one thing that is about to transition from "irritating" to downright "frustrating".

I do believe that it all started last week when things got a bit hectic and busy for me at home, at work, and at school. We had websites to be done, researches that needed researching, two essay orders, and the summer heat that has begun to beat down on meh. So before shit started going to hell real fast, we had plenty of time for daily texting, calling, and talking. I guess she started to think I was mad at her or something when I stopped calling, replied sparingly, and was seldom in a chatty mood. I mean, JEEZ LOUIZ!!! IF YOU HAD TO RESEARCH ON THE GLARINGLY CONFUSING TOPIC OF CHAOS THEORY WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY MAKING NUMEROUS WEB SITES AS WELL AS TWO 800-WORD ESSAYS, THEN I SUPPOSE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME OR ENERGY NOW WOULD YOU....???

But I guess it is pretty much my fault...I did feel a bit frustrated with the work load and a lot of anger towards a certain FOREIGN entity that I couldn't afford to offend...so I was a bit "snappish" and to quote her own words, I was a bit "cold"...Damnit...It's just that I'm not a very social creature to begin with. I mean, it's not that I don't feel anything towards those close to me. It's just that I'm not very good at expressing it unless...well, unless nothing actually...

Hraaargh...that's not even the most frustrating part...I acknowledged my negligence, apologized, talked on the phone, texted, talked, but all I get are "whatevers", "bastas", and very often a glaring stare. Hey, I'm TRYING to make an effort...X_X

*sigh*

"Paradrop me in the middle of communist colony or maroon me in Mars. Communicating with the inhabitants over there will be a lot easier than trying to make sense of girlspeak."

Well speaking of girl speak...It turns out they have another term for grabbing a...errrr...I'll blog *that* sordid event in another post...

EDIT:
Mother of Mercy!!! While I was blogging this, she texted me if she could call...I was unable to reply because it was WAAAY too late in the night when I noticed the message. Aurgh...

Sick (Again)

2009-02-09T01:13:00.000-08:00

I was absent from school today. The reason is a combination of being too lazy to go to school and a touch of the flu. Enough said...

Anyway, I spent the day reading the news...got bored of that real quick. 50 pumps with 10 pound weights...took a shower...daydreamed about L4D (i<3hunter>

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

:P Gawd my head is killing me...I'm off to the lonely realm of my bedroom... :(

Rosenrot

2009-01-28T06:19:00.000-08:00

Man, in the few times I actually bother to blog whatever shit happens in my life at the moment it's either something very boring and insignificant or something very bad. In this case, it's the latter. This time, strangely enough, it isn't about my sordid love life/lust lives nor my future ambitions. The main reason why I'm typing here right now is because there's another uproar in my high school (for just a few more months...!!!). Our dickhead principal out of nowhere backed out of an agreement in authorizing us senior students to have a retreat somewhere in Zambales.

From the intel I've gathered, the Supreme Student Council labored tirelessly to meet the initial demands of our principal. I believe such demands were for them to get the go-ahead from the Division Office, address the cost concerns, and the consent of the parents. I'm not stubborn and I agree that our principal has valid points regarding these but needless to say, the SSG succesfully met all of them.

The Division Superintendent was an okay person I knew personally and she easily agreed to allow us (Good old sport eh?). As for the cost concerns, I don't exactly know how they did it but they managed to get some sponsors and bus transportation enough to accommodate all of us. As for parental consent, that was actually the easy part - the guys and gals allowed come with us and the rest stay home. Easy as...er...EASIER THAN pie.

It seems it would have been clear sailing for them to have some nice retreat somewhere for physical, emotional, and spiritual reflection.

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[note that i said "them" because there's no chance in hell i will be going to the retreat even if my crush was going there. i have to go to some damned solar boat competition for a chance to win some cash, prestige, and salvage my pathetic physics grades....damnit...]
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But no...! At the last minute, the bastard backed out! He folded like a goddamned "river boy" [poker guys, you'll get what i mean...]! He went out on his word! Does he have any idea how much sweat and effort was poured into it by the people? All the bastard had to do was to sign a goddamned piece of goddamned paper! Within half an hour after news broke out [courtesy of an exceptionally high-standard teacher...], there was total chaos in the halls of the seniors. Doors were being slammed, chairs being upturned, and the howls of enraged juveniles echoing throughout the building. School authorities responded within limits quickly quelling the growing pendemonioum. Although the seniors were driven to the campus grounds, the discussions continued...there were rumors of boycotts...

That scheistze untermersch better have a goddamned reason for it...and it damn right better be a good one or else there will be absolute hell to pay!

*sigh*

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Singing up...

2009-01-18T16:57:00.000-08:00

I just signed up in Global Domains International...

*sigh* I hope this isn't a bad investment...I'm starting to think the stock exchange was the *SECURE* option. Securing capital is always a tricky part ever since the merger of my bank account with Bernadette's. Although her banks does have BETTER interest rates than mine, I do not have direct access to my funds...which sorta sucks.

Damnit...only 2 more years until legal age....two miserable years...X_X

The Soldier

2009-01-09T19:13:00.000-08:00

It is the Soldier, not the minister
Who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the Soldier, not the poet
Who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer
Who has given us freedom to protest.

It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
Who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the Soldier, not the politician
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the Soldier who salutes the flag,
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag,
Who allows the protester to burn the flag.

Alter Bridge - Metalingus

2008-12-29T06:10:00.000-08:00

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
On this day its so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive

I'll never long for what might have been
Regret won't waste my life again
I won't look back
I'll fight to remain:

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
On this day its so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive

deja vu part 1 - In The House

2008-12-05T05:08:00.000-08:00

DECEMBER 6, 2008
Today was the most unplanned, spontaneous day of my life.

I woke up all dazed and sweaty to the sound of continious buzzing. I instictively groped for my alarming cellphone. First try, I got the TV remote. Second try, I knocked my phone on the floor. Third try, I practically had to lurch down the floor to kill it. All that was more or less in vain since about 5 minutes after that vain attempt to overcome awakening disorientation, the doorbell was buzzing on and on and on...

Damn...I sort of forgot the Jenevie and Princess were coming over since I offered to help them remix a song for Jenevie's talent show. That was the worst part. Two girls from school seeing me at my "just-woken-up" state was a total nightmare. AAUURGH!!! I turned both of my computers on immediately to entertain (READ: "distract") them while I took a quick shower and a change of clothes. I'm just glad I decided to sleep with my shirt (READ: "clothes") on last night. Yet my misfortune continued to the privacy of the bathroom. The water heater was turned off. Mother of God! I was shivering and squirming about as icy water bombarded me. I don't normally go about punching walls and cracking tiles on the bathroom wall but the pain in my knuckles sure made me think less about the horrid cold.

I got out 100% awake and wearing one of my black pants and a towel across my shoulders. Damn...I checked the drawers in my room and there was nothing but boxer shorts, underwear, socks, a bowie knife, and more pants. My entire upper body wardrobe was out in the garage hanging to dry. In a normal situation, I would be comfortable enough to walk all the way there and get it. However, THIS situation involves two girls I have to pass by before I get there. Then there's the fact that one is a friend and the other is someone I have feelings for. Well, no choice. Thank God both of them were too distracted with the computer! YES!

Anyways, I had a quick breakfast and went straight to business. So I wouldn't feel the annoying hindrance of having someone looking over my shoulder while I work, I turned on the other computer to entertain (READ: "distract") my friends. It was nothing personal. I just don't feel comfortable having someone looking while I try pathetically to master Mixcraft 3, a sound mixing program I downloaded only last night, within two and a half hours.

Aurgh...How does Benny Benassi do it??? How does that bastard manage to mix songs so good??? What effin program does he useth??? It was sooo hard. I had to download a song, convert it to mp3, edit on Nero Wave Editor, listen to it, edit it some more, ask Jenevie to listen to it, make changes, save, put it up on Mixcraft 3, Princess makes a late comment the Jenevie agrees with, open Nero Wave Editor again, revise, save, put it back up on Mixcraft 3, lather, rinse, and repeat. God, and the song itself was JUST 5 minutes long!!! I worked on it for over two hours...GAH...(if anyone wants a copy of it just pm me).

I really want to put here what Jenevie and Princess were doing beside me while I worked but at the risk of getting killed by two angry teenage girls if they read this, I'll abstain from doing so (READ: IM me and I'll tell yah).

I invited them to lunch at my place and they were okay with it. It's been quite a long time since I last spent time with just Jenevie and Princess. The first time I was with just these two was in our 1st year, going to either Powerbooks or 7-11 after class.

Not Done With THIS One Yet

2008-11-21T07:28:00.000-08:00

This post is about me and my problems involving people with two Xs, no Ys, and the strange new way I am able to "connect" with them.

I call it trauma. I once devoted my whole heart to a special girl only to have it broken into a thousand pieces. I never did get it back whole....even after getting a girlfriend for the first time or a sweetheart during summer did NOTHING to ease the pain or begin a recovery.

Since I couldn't recover, all that was left was to make do with what I had...

I have a broken heart. I have a lot of pieces. I can't give it to just one person anymore. I can't wholly devote myself to just one woman. So here I am...having numerous empty relationships...except for a few promising ones...I have no idea how I managed it but I don't really care...

It's not of lust.

It's not of some womanizing dream.

It's self-preservation. This way, I won't form any strong emotional attachments that can leave me vulnerable to that kind of pain ever again...

Another Day and Another Night

2008-10-26T20:18:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I woke up the same way I usually do.

With half blindness, nausea, and body aches...

So while I was still waiting for most of my vision to return and for the urge to vomit to lift, I just lay in bed and checked my cellphone for any messages (hopefully, no messages from Kashwak)...sadly there wasn't...

The distinct and annoying ringing of the telephone outside. Aurgh...I was in no mood to drag myself out of bed so I let it be, hoping someone would pick it up. But damnit! I think it already rang about six times when I finally got pissed and dragged myself out my room, down the hall, and answered the goddamned phone.

It turned out to be Jules, one of my comrades. He said he was going to leave at around 2:30PM and he wanted to go out with me and kill some people from Europe and America. Hell, if there was one thing that could get me energized in the morning, then that would be the prospect of gunning down some foreign idiots in Battlefield 2 (check out my rank and stats on http://www.playerstats.ws/bf2statistics2/player.php?pid=153891419).

After catching a very hasty breakfast involving a carrot and an apple (I'm not going to waste precious sembreak time eating!), I met up with him in our usual spot at HackYou. For three straight hours and with nothing but two cans of rootbeer to sustain us, we racked up over 500+ kills in the BF2 map Strike at Karkand.

We finished at around 3:00PM and we were both in deep shit. He was supposed to be at home two hours ago and I was supposed to be in Quiapo RIGHT NOW. We hastily parted ways and I went home to have a shower and check my phone for any messages. I had texted Fia around four times already and still no reply >_<

Hahaha...that was just the day part...the night gets even better...

My Love and Loyalty

2008-10-22T06:00:00.000-07:00

I still recall the post, "My Hate", which I made over three years ago. It was practically a list of almost every single thing that pisses me off. What I'm posting now, is a total opposite. Why am I doing this? I dunno...really...perhaps I just want to give my mind and my fingers a work out~~~hehehe...I'll arrange it from increasing to decreasing...

I am in love and in total loyalty to P.C.S.A.
I love and am loyal to my country.
I love myself (bwahaha).
I somewhat love and am loyal to my comrades (you know...more than just best friends...)
to be continued...

Mood Update

2008-10-12T04:57:00.000-07:00

I'm so bored tonight.

I want to go out to a bar in Mandaluyong or back to Club Illusion in Makati...

I am SOOOO in the mood for an all night party...

T_T

I have made it through October 12 all right...
I have finally remembered what October 12 means...
It barely involves me and definitely means a lot more to someone else...
But I can't pretend it doesn't hurt for me either...

I don't want to waste blog space explaining or expressing my anguish...let's just say I'm contemplating self-induced amnesia by means of blunt force trauma...

Strength

2008-10-09T07:05:00.000-07:00

There's strength...and there's true strength...

It is not just the strength to obey....but the strength to command...

Not just the strength of numbers....but also the strength of brothers...

Not just the strength to lift...but the strength to raise...

It's not just the strength to get yourself over...the strength to get over yourself...

It's more than just physical strength...it is emotional strength...

I Dunno

2008-09-30T07:43:00.000-07:00

"Following Occam's Razor, the simplest explanation to any problem is someone screwed up."

Where do I begin? I dunno.

Why do I feel this way? I dunno.

What is the matter with me? I dunno.

I guess the only thing I can do is just type away and then...whatever.

I am a sea of confusion, a whirlwind of frustration, an insignificant speck in the underwear of life, and in other words, an idiot.

Aurgh...Misery, loneliness, anger, and bitterness, I can deal with. I have experienced it enough times that I can actually be content with it.

But lately, things have been happening that seem to make me...happy...and I just don't know what to do. I'm half-expecting that I'd screw it up somehow but it does not seem to be happening at all. I'm caught unprepared since all my plans are for worst-case scenarios and I've been such a fool not to foresee that sometimes, things turn out better than what one would expect.

Am I selfish for not realizing how lucky I am? I dunno.

Am I just too ignorant the good things that are happening? I dunno.

Have I become so used to bitterness that I have forgotten how to enjoy bliss?

I dunno.

HH-088 - My Shortest Profile Ever Declassified

2008-09-09T06:42:00.000-07:00

JUNE, 2008
When I first met HH-088, she immediately struck me as a person whose primary mode of living was focused externally. Actions suggest she deals with things according to how she feels them and how they fit into her personal value system. She has displayed remarkable memory and excellent intuition which leads me to believe that she may rely on that ability a lot.

July

HH-088 tends to be outgoing, sociable, practical and somewhat disorganized. Field study has shown that she has good reflexive skills to harmonize, entertain, and nurture others around her though the absolute motive and history remains in clout. Duty, personal service, manners and social order are inferred based from the given data. On a personal level, she is very warm, friendly and naturally talented at working with other people. Over the course of her lifetime, it seems very likely that she has or will become a member of volunteer, church, charitable, social and civic organizations. Further study urged...

August
My previous statement has proven indeed correct. Subject has once taken part in a charitable activity and attends religious gatherings on a regular basis. HH-088 appears to take her responsibilities very seriously, and is again very dependable. Notably, she places a very high value on security and stability as evidenced by her dislike for soldiers, politicians, and other high profile personel. Another noticable trait is her strong focus on the details of life and religion. For some reason, she has great dislike when a friend suddenly develops feelings for her. This supports a theory in which she prefers being in control of a relationship or being warned of a courtship from the start. Preference remains unclear and foggy.

September
Further study discouraged...traits begin to crash and collide. Subject dispalys apparent moodiness and change in personality. She has begun to adapt certain traits and expressions which she indoubtably gotten from me. Is she perhaps easily influenced by those around her? Or perhaps I just haven't noticed it before?

September 9, 2008
Study suspended. Intimacy and friendship with said subject has unexpectedly developed. Interactions from now on are purely on a personal basis. Profile will be updated indefinitely.

September 11, 2008
Studies resume...the nature of our relationship is still in question...

Humming To A New Tune

2008-09-04T04:05:00.000-07:00

Man, life has like, changed so drastically in just three months. It's almost as if I crossed into some strange alternate universe.

Wherever or whatever I am in, it feels...well...strange.

I feel this strange tingly feeling. Like the weight of the world has suddenly gotten lighter like I don't have a care in the world. For some reason, my grades are getting better too. I'm even having this strange intimacy with this very spectacular woman from school.

What really catches me off guard is that she's actually responding encouragingly to my romances.

I guess I'm just not used to being happy after almost three years of darkness...

Never to late to get used to it though...hehe

Family and State

2008-07-14T07:40:00.000-07:00

In a sense, an individual's perception of his nation is the same as his perception on his family. It's often difficult to compare a family member to other non-relatives. Although it is sometimes possible to form a criteria and somehow judge another person to be "better" than your relative, a certain bond will seem to compell you to choose your relatives over that person. In a sense, you would rather have a family member no matter how degenerate or of low character he may be simply because he is yours. Likewise, no matter how politically corrupt, economically recessive, or culturally backward one's country may be, an individual would tend to be loyal to his nation simply because it is his.

Call it nationalism...call it patriotism...I call it whatever...

Summer Note

2008-05-24T08:53:00.000-07:00

This is fun...using up ABS-CBN's fast internet speed to watch Scrubs and Gossip Girl on the computer...

This is teh best summah evah!

Longest and Most Serious Post - Check Out the Past One fo Something Lighter (Funnier)

2008-04-03T07:13:00.000-07:00

So many Pilipino leaders after the ousting of Ferdinand Marcos and everything that he stood for, has tried to harness the popularity and legitimacy of the people's power. Yet they all have failed miserably. This is so since their ideal of revolution is based on their personalities and own sense of ideals, rather than for the sake of the Pilipino people with regards to historical relevance and the human endeavor. But more importantly, they were unwilling to take the role of the chimera or the instigator of such passion. Rather they like to position themselves as the ideal image of the hero or a heroine of the people, yet failing to be the leader that would bring the change that the country needs. since once they have managed to place themselves in power, the people's power once again becomes an alien concept from their lofty heights of ambition and greed. this happens because the Pilipino people fails to realize that the people's power is the power of the masses to change their world and their country, not the wave for political personalities and interests to ride to fulfill their own agendas and personal glories. So the question is why the people's power revolution did after Marcos has been so potent: The reason is that a real change was recognized well before the event, and a change is long over-due. The containment and martial law that Marcos has implemented into the whole country is part of the decolonization program coordinated with the global endeavor to end such tragic legacy. The strategy was to simulate the conquest and colonization that the Pilipino nation has suffered from colonial-Spain, to excise its evils and bleed the poison from the blood-stream of the Pilipino nation, to foster and cultivate the passion and aspirations for freedom and liberation, to simulate the ideal condition of resistance and revolution from such tyranny and experience. Meaning, during the Spanish rule the Pilipino people has no one or nowhere to have their outcry heard. While the response to such sentiment from the Spanish has been swift, cruel, and it did not give the Pilipino people the chance to develop a country from their passion and ideals. The Marcos rule has contained and fostered such passion and ideals, which when the time comes it has bloomed like a beautiful and defiant flower.The people's power comes in many different forms. Our overseas Filipino workers are in fact a form of a people's power. They aspire to change their lot in life as well as their loved ones, so they brave the unknown to bring that change and hope for prosperity. Our young professionals are also in fact a form of a people's power, they are ready to change and advance the Philippine economy with their talent and hard work. The hard work and the sacrifice of the Pilipino workers is also a form of the people's power, they make the Philippine economy function and maintains the sustainability of the country. People’s power does not have to be an event in an instant, often the real people's power is done deliberately over time and in due process. In fact, the people's power revolution after Marcos is still ongoing, since the changes in the world and to the government is yet to be realized. The destructive power of the people’s power against the system and social structure seen after Marcos is not the kind of force that the Philippines needs today. rather the Pilipino people needs to realize the continuing process of change and progress, and the powers of awakening and indignation to promote change and progress is what the Pilipino people should be fostering within themselves. The masses should absorb the system so that they would become the system, taking back the levers of powers from the corrupt politicians and greedy interests. Every single Pilipino should do their part in healing the social structure so that they may develop a nation that they could call their own, not ending up being the servants and commodities of the elitists and foreign interests. Why did Marcos implement the containment program and the martial law (besides from the obvious fact that the Philippines was the last domino that stands against the spread of communism during the Cold War)? Marcos needed to implement the containment program to foster the Pilipino people as a one nation and as a single race. This was so since the Spanish colonial legacy has left the people divided that while a certain privileged group enjoys the wealth and the power of the land, the rest of the masses lived under their shadow of exploitation and tyranny. The containment program has been designed to shift society from such a tragic configuration to something that could foster and heal the nation. The martial law has been the means for the central government to gather all the powers of the land that has been divided to various clans, dynasties, and groups to be centralized to the government. This division has threatened the nation into descending to a civil war, to which Marcos deemed that it is an absolute imperative to prevent. With communist infiltration and the growing discontent amongst the poor under the tyranny of these various entities, these elements had the ideal condition to tear the country apart. The revolution of the poor is an absolute essential for the freedom and liberation of the Pilipino nation, but they need to struggle as a whole nation not as a divided factions and insurgencies. Since for various elitist groups, the will of the masses are seen as their own commodity to exploit the same as the laborer, workers, and servants in their haciendas and industries. meaning they see the will of the masses the same as the labor of their own servants and laborers, and as their servants and laborers such will serves only for the purpose on their behalf and interests. As the strategy unfold during the revolution, the political and social landscape begins to polarize in favor of the masses, while the grip of the elitists and infiltrators begins to unravel. But prior to these events, the instigation of democratic ideals and the aspirations for freedom and liberation has been built to pave the way for the future. to which the presidency of Marcos served as the chimera for the masses to turn against for their ideals and aspirations to reign supreme. since if the masses would do the same to their 'masters' and 'land lords', the reaction of these elitist interest wouldn't be so 'generous'.Today, the problem of the nation is the same problem that Marcos has sought to destroy. The powerful clans, dynasties and groups that held the country hostage and then forced the masses to live under their shadows of corruption, deception, exploitation and tyranny remain in the position of powers. We see them in the form of political personalities gathering up their local populations to tear and destabilize the government to gain more power for their own interests and position. We see them in the form of political interest groups seceding, boycotting and even sabotaging any effort and endeavor of the government to prove to the people that their government serves their interests. These parasites and cancers would never be dislodged unless the whole of the nation realizes the truth and takes it upon ourselves to change the whole country. A people's power is needed to make such change and to take away the levers of powers from these parasites and cancer. Certain groups, insurgents, rebels and radicals remain antagonistic to the Philippine government because they failed to realize the revolution that took place and are still waiting for the bloodshed that marks the fulfillment of their expectations. What they do not realize is that everything has changed, and that their successes are now their victory. A power exists in the land that also holds these hostage takers hostages, left by the Marcos legacy to ensure that these powerful interests are in-check and to prevent the descent of society into the killing fields of war. Sadly it depends on the vigilance of the few and diminishing common citizens that has often been targeted for extermination when detected. They are often left all alone without any backing or protection, vulnerable to be plucked and killed by anyone who detects them.Lately we see Corazon Aquino trying to relive the glories of the people's power that she rode into glories. Yet all of her attempt has faltered and seen as her effort to hijack the original ideals of the people's power to be her own. Erap himself had fallen because of his own indiscretion and his lost of support from the people. What Cory fails to realize is that her role was just a happy coincidence, that the real leader of the people's power had been the sentiment and the outcry of the masses. The Pilipino nation had been led and guided by their own will and moral ideals. The desire of the masses for freedom and to establish a democratic country to cradle them and to call their own has leaded the people's power to break through the system that has oppressed them. Her husband had served as the catalyst to unite the whole country to a single leader, so that when Marcos let go of the powers of the land would fall into the hands of the masses, and not to the lurking wolves in the shadows waiting for their time to tear the country apart. She has brought light and enlightenment to the endeavor, because the aspiration and the hope of the masses have shined through her presidency. Yet she failed to realize that the people's power is the power of the masses and not for politicians to harness, as seen with the actions of her many political friends. Convinced that the freedom and the vibrancy seen today of the masses is her legacy to invoke at will; she has become its obstacle and has mislead its meaning, never realizing that she had brought back the lurking wolves into the corridors of power, with their continuing associations with the elitist and the wealthy and distance from the common Pilipino people. Through her, the lurking wolves in the shadows have gained access to exploit the people's power for their own interests. Though her term has long passed, she remains relentless in trying to impose her influence on the president. Should she be unable to control the president, then she would once again call-in her 'people's power' to compromise the government. Cory seeks to effectively become a power above the presidency in the country, empowered with the belief that the people's power is her own design to exploit.If Marcos would be compared with an American president, it would be Ronald Reagan. Containment works and destabilization never solves anything, which is why I suspect that Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo would hold-on into power until the time comes. She has been placed in her position as ordained by higher powers and by the ideals of a democratic society, and she will serve her role vindicated by history. She is a very capable president, and her administration works for the benefit of the country. She may not have the personality or the charisma that many people would expect from a leader, but she has the ability and the capability to make the tangible change and progress for the economy. Many would erroneously try to track the transitions of powers as black and white. Failing to realize that roles are shifted and switched all the time to achieve equality, balance... and when it is polarized, the unity of the Pilipino people would be realized. The country must realize the catalyst of change presented by recent events has been in the works for the continuing process of the people's power. That rather than trying to bring-down the government, they should recognize that now is their chance to take-over and change the government.

To rid the government of these parasites, cancers, and lurking wolves.

To replace them with the country's best and the brightest.The secessionist tendency of the Pilipino people and the urge to tear apart the system has its colonial roots. But in a modern world, such tendency and urges need to be curved into much more sensible and reasonable due process. They need to learn that they must ascend to become representative of the nation, rather than its detriment without even presenting an alternative or a solution. They must understand that the government is now their own, by the people and for the people. The system of governance that was imposed by colonial Spain has long gone, and the Pilipino people are now and have been for a very long time the master of their own house. The well-being of the nation is also their well-being as its citizen, and if they hope to have any progress for the country, they must realize that as its citizen it is their duty to do so. Not seceding and tearing it apart and waiting for another president to be placed in the hot seat. If the presidents and the politicians of the country are getting away with their corruptions and failure, it is because the Pilipino people don’t know how to be a good citizen. Their negligence of their own government is allowing these wolves to devour their country. President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo would remain in power to curve such destructive tendencies and urges of the masses, while the masses make a stand to curve the greed of corrupt politicians and interests. The presidency and the masses must start learning from each other, and to coordinate more their intentions and endeavors.

I have to warn everyone in the Philippines that the president would leave a huge power vacuum if certain political personalities and interest manages to usurp Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. The consequence would be a huge power vacuum that would take away all the hard work and investment for the nation and within the Pilipino people, a power vacuum that would only be filled-in by the unscrupulous and opportunists that have long been after the greatest power of the land even before the controversy started. The current sentiments of the people are based on the presented argument or accusation. Since the truth is multi-dimensional and no single sentiment could describe its image, what the Pilipino people needs now is for the moral revolution to once and for all expel the darkness that has been overshadowing their world for hundreds of years. A golden age is at hand for the Pilipino nation which they must place it upon themselves to realize and fulfill. The unraveling current events in the Philippines are perhaps one of the most important phase or transformation of the government and the society, to which the Pilipino people could not afford to miss.Beneath these events in the Philippines, the real people's power is subliminally being fulfilled. It is no accident that the Pilipino society has been deliberately unraveled once again, creating this crisis temperature of change.

Behind the political maneuvering that is seen with the events in the Philippines today are interest groups and political personalities who want to invoke the powers of the military and the police for their own design and agendas. But what they have failed to realize is that these institutions has also revolted after Marcos to never again be used by any personality or any form of government that would use them against the Pilipino people. which if these interest groups and political personalities manages to turn the police and the military forces against the government today, they would have also managed to turn these forces against the people governed by that government. The secret is that these events are designed for these anti-Pilipino interest groups to spend the last scrap of their political and social strength, and for the masses to wrestle their destiny and nation from their grip. To once and for all eliminate the threat that they pose to the Pilipino people and their government. The freedom gained by the masses during the people's power has been brought due by the moral revolution of their armed forces. the Pilipino people has gained their freedom and their future when its own armed forces broke free from the shackles of evil and the authority of tyranny, and turned to fight for their cause. when it stopped enforcing and embodying the power and the authority of tyranny that has been the norm for hundreds of years from colonial Spain, the greatest revolution in the Philippine history sparked inspiration in the world when these forces sided with the masses and helped usurp the tyrannical ruler and everything that he stands for.to help orient the clueless: Estrada represents the old power and authority bestowed by colonial Spain to its governors and commanders in the Philippines, which later become the law and the rulers of the land that the whole nation was subjugated under its tyranny, exploitation, corruption, deception, cruelty and blasphemy. Marcos, being part of the Pilipino underground network to ensure that the divine destiny of the Pilipino people would someday usurp these conquerors, has tried to break their grip from power when he was a president. But he needed to undo the 300+ years of social conditioning and Darwinian selection that colonial Spain has left the nation crippled in the valley of death. The process that he started needed the enlightenment and a moral revolution of the whole nation to break-through from such legacy. a continuing process of revolution and progress through due process is the driving force for the ascension of the Pilipino nation. Thus, a crisis temperature is maintained in the Philippines to foster and incubate the growth and the development of the Pilipino society. The crisis temperature in the Philippines has three visible purposes: one is to break the power and the authority of the colonial legacy, second it serves as the melting-pot to unite the Pilipino people as a whole nation, and third the most important is to serve and empower the ascension of the masses through the moral revolution. The funny thing, behind these events is the force and power that the whole of Asia would have used to usurp the United States' menacing sphere of influence in the region. But as it turned-out the United States has volunteered to remove such a negative factor (amongst other extra-judicial means), and the freedom and ascension from such change is realized in the Philippines. The tiger in Asia is invested for the enlightenment and ascension of the Pilipino people, to which makes its potential limitless only to its heart's desires. As options are closed, new opportunities opens up. The Pilipino people would forevermore embody the defiance against any form of tyranny and such defunct ways of governance such as communism and fascism.

A Not-So-Brief History of the Things I Hate

2008-04-01T09:20:00.000-07:00

The original list came from my old blog in friendster. I only rediscovered and updated it now. So here it is...

THE LIST

- Being in a conversation in which I know for a fact that everything I say is going to be wrong (Ex. I voice my OPINION on abortions in a debate while in the back of my head, I know that no matter how much data and charisma I put into it, I'll still lose)
- Being in a "Damned if you do, Damned if you don't" situation. (Ex. Someone "borrowed" my swimming goggles and at the exact same time, I was playing with some of my classmates which NEEDED goggles...that someone happened to female...Negotiation and Diplomacy was inapplicable...If I tried to get it back by force, people annoy me by calling me a maniac...If I didn't get it back, my eyes will hurt from all the dirt and other crap in the pool)
- Not being able to hate someone because of some reason...
- Cheap inkjet printers
- Unreasonably Optimistic People
- Unreasonable Pessimistic People
- Feminist Fanatics
- Religious Fanatics
- Overly Defensive People
- Being assigned to work in groups
- Being awakened on a weekend morning to do a group work
- Doing any form of unpaid work
- Going to school
- Too much socializing
- Whenever a woman says that men and women have equal rights even though we don't always do equal work
- Traffic
- Sometimes Myself
- Whenever I lose my pen
- Overly moist hands being wiped on my face even though the person has a hanky
- Whenever anybody argues with me for no reason
- Whenever I'm wrong
- When someone I hate is right
- Sweeping
- Whenever someone does the exact opposite of what I want them to do (ex. I say go left but you go right, I say up but you go down, I say die but you continue to live)
- Whenever someone tells me to go to hell
- Whenever someone tells me the above statement because I then have to say that I'm already there
- Long nails
- Long nails beings used to claw on me
- Knowing that the quality of my hatred decreases significantly as I try to add more and more so as to make it seem like it's "worth it"
- Freaking long Hate lists that after you read you think to your self, "That was a pointless and utter waste of my time while I should have been doing my homework. There is a minuscule chance that I could have been doing something 'productive'. But noooo. I had to sift through this pile of pessimism and hope to get a chuckle out of it."
- Doing dishes
- Whenever things end up "inversed" (I want to help someone but I accidentally contribute to doing the exact opposite...I think)
- Being unsure of things
- Feeling like I'm somehow letting my family down

- When people don't realize that I'm completely serious when I tell them to do what they want, because it's really hard to follow that advice
- Whenever someone makes me speak English because they like my sarcastic voice...
- When a window of hope is unceremoniously closed
- When I finally learn to appreciate someone, they move to some other country.
- The fact that most people really don't know what they are supposed to know
- The fact that some people know what they're really not supposed to know
- The incredible pettiness of school-age children
- Being called sexually repressed
- The belief that my denial of my sexual repression is yet another proof of its existence
- Having to force myself to develop a sense of humor where in sex is always a joke
- Having to pretend I am obsessed with sex
- Finding out that I'm really good at pretending
- Finding out that I'm a compulsive liar
- Fake British accents that sound Aussie
- My shortening attention span
- The word "senioritis"
- People who try to appear "deep"
- Posers
- Not realistically being able to push the hate list over the 1000 mark this time
- Wanting to say inappropriate things to inappropriate people
- Whenever things I want to stay the same change
- When things I want to change don't do it fast enough
- My lack of empathy
- Gays
- Gays
- Gays
- Gays
- Gays
- Gays
- Homos
- Gays
- Spammers
- Spam
- When people sometimes assume that I'm writing about them in my diary -- I ALMOST always ever write about me. This is my diary, not yours.
- The fact that the above sentence is probably I lie
- When I write brilliant, self-evidently true advice that I myself cannot follow
- The hassle of avoiding someone
- Having to write a research paper
- Having to write a draft of it
- Having to write a SECOND draft of it
- The strangeness when someone sends a msg saying that they're the angel of death and they've come to take you away but ending the msg with "take care".
- a certain dickhead who stole sound files from my computer
- traitors in my group who helped the dickhead steal them in the first place
- traitors
- losing in major events
- whenever I put a coin in pay phone that refuses to give back change even though I only used up P1.00 of the P5.00 I put in
- Arcade games with defective controls
- God's apparent hatred of me
- Every time someone says God loves us all equally
- That I am unable to stop being an egotistical narcissist
- That one of my best teachers won't be around next year
- Doing the same mistakes over and over
- Writers who write and publish something crappy, then forcing innocent teenagers to read it as part of their curriculum
- Hugh Jackman
- Not being able to have my morning cup of coffee
- My low tech Yahoo Messenger
- The fact that emotions often have no relationship whatsoever to reality
- The fact that some of Domenic's philosophical questions make my brain itch
- The limited offensive maneuvers when physically combating females
- The ridiculously messy HTML that Microsoft Word produces when I save a document as a web page
- Whenever a certain SOMEONE keeps telling me that I hate Pamela's hands (people, I hate the moisture...not the hands)
- The fact that every time I go to school it's impossible not to hear a word relating to sex
- People who repost the same damn bulletin more than 10 times in a row
- Rene Descartes
- Having no idea what I actually want and not having the guts to just make something up and run with it
- Pornography: I'm glad that I never conditioned myself to find it anything but really disgusting and weird. Thank you, slow modem
- Baby sitting demon-possessed six year olds
- The fact that I had to cancel a group meeting to take care of the said demons
- That there are no exorcists in the phone directory
- Running into old friends who aren't really old friends but probably want to think they are
- Finding black leather jackets, waxed sports cars and guns more appealing than women
- Whenever someone explains something with the quote "It was God's will."
- MMORPG
- MMORPG Fanatics
- Every time someone starts talking about the name of their pokemon
- Every time someone starts talking about the name of their pokemon when it evolves
- Every time anybody starts spamming my YM
- Every time anybody spams my YM by repeatedly typing her boyfriend's name
- Every time anybody spams my YM by giving me unwanted updates about their Game Life
- Whenever someone suddenly Buzz! my YM and it turns out to be someone I was previously talking about
- The fact that I have to postpone writing this for a while because someone has a problem installing the Sims 2
- The fact that I postponed this and I still can't get the Sims 2 to work on her computer
- Getting my hair pulled
- Getting powder all over my hair
- The fact that I have to wait another year before I can use a scalpel on a living organism
- The fact that I know some very important things that I can never tell to anybody no matter how much I trust them
- The very surprising fact that I have never said the phrase........i........l-love.....you....in literally months...even in my head
- not being able to think of a good new year's resolution even though it's already been two months since
- that my resolution is find the guts to say I LOVE YOU to at least one non-relative person within the year
- the fact that I will probably fail that resolution
- Now one of school notebooks is missing
- The extreme indecisiveness of by superiors
- The very alarming fact that my sarcasm and bitterness have been declining recently
- people that no matter how good you are in diplomacy, they still end up being a complete pain in the ass
- Panic! At the Disco
- Whenever my sister starts playing crappy songs on the computer
- whenever I have to work with annoying people
- whenever I have to work with annoying people that eventually transfer to another group
- whenever the leader of the *other* group talks to me and BEGS me to take the other person back because their script is full and that they can't accommodate her
- whenever I find out that I can't accommodate her either because my script has also been completed
- the fact that I had to revise the script out of pity
- the fact that I am regretting having pity
- not being able to play violent video games or watch violent movies to ease my stress
- RUNNING OUT OF MY F*U*C*K*I*N*G PILLS!!!!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!
- people who blame me for their own damn stupidity (example, SOMEONE calls my phone repeatedly to warn me about a deadline I already know then demands that I pay for her cellphone bill)
- the fact that my lies sound more credible than the truth
the fact that I've moved from sexually repressed to sexually frustrated
being physically aroused
being physically aroused someone despite that someone knows number 141
having no *acceptable* or *dignified* way of releasing said arousal
my crappy keyboard
being more bitter than am I sarcastic
being a manipulative bastard
being an incompetent manipulative bastard
pulling out of what could have been a first kiss
rejecting a childhood friend to be something more intimate because of reasons I cannot put here
disturbing rediscovered comments in my old blog in friendster
the lack of a drummer in my band, The Phantasm String
getting into an argument when I'm not in the mood
getting into an argument when I'm not in the mood and while playing DotA
getting into an argument with someone who forgets about it overnight
getting into an argument about my principles
headaches caused by said arguments
total incompetence in apologies
communists
leftists
marxists
democrats
libertarians
centralists
MILF
NPA
al-qaeda
IRA
activists
activism
That I have ONLY one reply to when I'm accused of being gay
awkwardness
awkwardness induced by peers
awkwardness induced by peers and a play
How hard it is to even reach 200 for my list
my inability to compose a decent play
The idiot who purchased the cliff where I always like to hang out
having a vintage camera
having no film for my vintage camera
my inability to function as the lone wolf I always wanted to be
review centers
that a certain person neglects her friendster and YM
that a certain person isn't coming back from the US yet
that certain people are going to the US (Damnit! The place is a mess so why are you going there???)
I REALLY REALLY hate how I can't forget about my pride for even one second and make a decent frontal apology...damnit
CINDY SHEEHAN
MICHAEL MOORE
More to come,,,

Untitled - 2

2008-03-29T10:04:00.000-07:00

Centuries ago, rising empires fought for control over the Philippine islands. The Philippines transitioned from one colonizer to another. History was made, heroes were born and the blood of patriots was spilled in fighting the invaders. Now, more than half a century since, the Philippines is now a young, independent nation. Yet the sovereignty we enjoy today is an imperfect one. The Filipino people are still struggling to survive in the new world amidst a fluctuating economy, inadequate leadership, and worst of all, the start of violent conflicts between our fellow brothers in blood. Despite the growing power of the Peso, living conditions for the masses are more or less the same fifty years ago. Some say even worse. The gap between the rich and the poor are wider than ever before. The Philippines is in a crisis.

The nation is adrift. The Filipinos are divided and the integrity of our institutions has been torn to shreds. Rampant graft and corruption are becoming commonplace. Justice has been fading away. Huge fiscal deficits, rising debts, skyrocketing unemployment and inflation define our economy while widespread poverty and crime define our once honorable society. Life is difficult for the average Filipino. Our professionals and skilled workers are unable to find any opportunities in their own country and are forced to seek better options abroad. The domestic market is threatened by piracy and smuggling. Many of our leaders, both regional and national, have shown utter disregard for the law and have turned to their own selfish pursuits. The Filipinos have become disenchanted to such a degree that they are unable to visualize and embrace a sense of hope for the future, sinking into a state of hopelessness.

Yet hope is not yet lost for us. As we have once rallied to fight, bleed, and die for our country against the Spaniards three centuries ago and again against the Americans and Japanese, the Filipino people can again rally to rebuild and reform the country.

The world is changing rapidly, the Philippines with it. New ideas and advancements in technology are spreading like wildfire throughout the world. The country is in need of strong, decisive Filipinos to lead the country into being a competitive power. However, our present leadership is, to say the least, inadequate. The state has become weak under the current structure of government. The interests of the Filipino masses have not been appropriately articulated nor enforced. The government is weak and derisory since the very first administration. Throughout history, government administrations have been continuously faced with various struggles such as the aftermath of the struggle for national liberation, lack of consolidation of political units, government policies dictated by stronger, imperialist states, etc. The state is doomed to be weak under the current structure of government where the Filipino masses are alienated. There is a need to modify and adjust our very democracy to better suit the needs of all, as opposed to the democracy for the elitists. The government should work together with the Filipino people work for a future with a sense of national purpose. The goals of the government must be to liberate the Filipinos from iniquitous relations with external powers, provide and enhance economic opportunities for the deprived and political empowerment for the powerless. The Filipino government should lead the Filipinos away from the conventional practices of the past and pioneer new lines of thought, to be prepared to discard inherited institutions that were ineffective to begin with, if these imperil a better quality of living for the majority of the people. As I have discussed what a government should be, I proceed to what a government should do.

The growth and expansion of our economy was very irresponsible as we have still failed to tackle the issue of debt. Perhaps our single largest economic problem would be our crushing debt. Even worse is that most of our loans are not utilized properly to fulfill the needs of the people or for the full improvement of the industry. The government should assert the right of our country to uphold its responsibility to our people and negotiate a cessation on our debt and to ensure, by strict surveillance, that proceeds of future loans are not diverted into anywhere else but the national treasury.

Another problem I must urgently address is our industry and our agriculture. The Philippine industry is ersatz, a joke. The state is yet to have an Industrial Revolution of its own. We are too heavily dependent on foreign investors that whatever relations we have with domestic industries have become negligible. Foreign industries have taken advantage of our poor technological capabilities. They have insisted on buying only our raw materials while flooding our markets with their products that compete with our own. Ironically, their own products were made mostly from our raw materials. The government is lacking a strong Industrialization Strategy. If it was not for our promising agriculture, we would probably be a neo-colony in all but name. The government should transfer some of their attention from agriculture to improving our industry by shifting away from the strategy of export-orientation to the strategy of developing and manufacturing products and services best suited to the specific needs of the state. It is the Philippine government's responsibility to use their enormous procurement authority to upgrade the quality of local products and services to well within international standards and to pressure local suppliers and manufacturers to improve their technologies.

(I have fallen ill with an illness called the "Writer's Block". I apologize for having to end this entry with this...)

Untitled

2008-02-15T04:42:00.000-08:00

The world is going through great transitions which the hope of the future could be made or be broken. Now is the chance for the Philippines to grasp the opportunity to advance its own interest. But this needs a strong, loyal, and patriotic leadership to face the challenges they would face. But with the corruption and the lack of morals of the Philippine leadership that are in power today, wholesale exploitation of the Philippine economy is threatening to break it into chaos and destroy its hopes. There are many with misguided ideas who believe that they are the answer to the problems of the country, though they only serve their own self-image and sense of self-righteousness that they have learned to cultivate from the expectations of the masses. Barking on all the shadows that they see yet failing to realize that their own shadow is bringing darkness over everyone. Programmed to break-down the system with their condemnation, prejudices, jealousy, greed, and self-promotion, they bring chaos to a system that needs order and sense to understand and to implement its own laws and ideals. Disrupting the government's processes to steal its powers to cultivate for their own self-interest, they never solve anything, yet they are very capable of breaking-down the system backed by powerful forces beyond their shadows. a pretentious mask to hide the fact that the government does not belong to the people and by the people. The network of powerful and influential dynasties in the Philippines is suspicious and afraid of a truly working democratic government. Since their grip and exploitation of the country would be contested and unraveled by the law and by the government itself. The democratic government is not being realized since the thrones are just being passed-around by these powerful families. Living through their own codes and laws, they use the legitimacy of the government to maintain their powers that are alien to any form of democracy. they were allowed to stay in power for the single fact that they owe the Filipino people its stolen dignity, rights, wealth, and power that needs to be returned through containment and fostering. Though these households are proving more problematic than a solution, they stab through the night, things and people disappear, and its parasitic hunger steals the harvest of the people. So, much like the symbolic politics that delay represented in America's own domestic politics, the day of liberation in the Philippine domestic politics has also dawned. With the presumptions that his legitimacy as the president's son and one of dynasty's privileged son, the changes that his actions bridge's solidarity with the masses. Thus legitimacy and validity to the claims of the masses and to the changes that they bring are established.

Filipino people are being raped and its economy exploited by greedy interests. Yet accountability is non-existence, and forgiveness is so easy to come-by to their fellow criminals. Expected to produce something for the masses to remain satisfied, they turn against small criminals to have someone to blame and to spill its blood. Disrupting and disturbing interests and transactions that are not under their control, yet interests and transactions that are legitimate belongs to the Filipino people. Interests and transactions at a grassroot level that are helping develop the economy of the regular citizens that could empower them to the levers of power of their own country. But instead they are being crushed, squeezed-out, cut-down, deprived, exploited, and destroyed by the much larger interests that belong to the powerful interests that are ruling the country, effectively depriving and denying the levers of powers that truly belongs to the people and by the people.

There are interests and parties that want the powers that have been invested for humanity, to own and posses it for their own greedy agendas. It may seem that there has been a consented agreement, but if you would study the transactions, the strategy barely escaped their greedy claws. There exists traitors, saboteurs, spies, foreign agents, domestic agents, free agents, the misguided, and of course the greedy ready to hijack the great endeavor. The forces and the elements of the unfolding new world order waged their war with and against the strategy. To a great personal sacrifice, the strategy was preserved yet it is not yet safe to speak about. That drone has been also used to purify the practice, which one could not blame his nature, character, and constitution. The temptations of its powers are his, but not the powers that belongs to humanity. Let him do what he's meant to do, he carries with him the promises of the masses. It would always be the people who would complete the practice, preserving the ideals of democracy through such difficulties. The myth of Palos is real, thanks to those who believes in the ideals of democracy and the love for the Filipino people. The single most important determining factor of the new world order is nearing its fulfillment. Though it would not come with a bang, but rather the masses of people would be polarized to a whole new world, the true revolution is in the changes in people's heart. It is not by no means the final of everything, it is merely a format that would guide the masses to.

This is not just a passing fancy. A truly serious series of events is in a motion to break-down the powerful and greedy interests in the country and to expose its raw corruption is going to cleanse the corridors of power in the Philippines. The snake pit that exists in the Philippine's corridors of powers would be exposed to the world, with the exposure of the entire skeleton in the bottom of that pit. This would shake down the whole power structure of the government, which let's just hope that the Filipino people would support the endeavor and hold the country strong through these experience. A necessary transition that the country needs to go through, which would test the strength and the aspirations of the Filipino people to find redemption from poverty.

It is a continuing crime against humanity that while these powerful corrupt interest groups swims in the stolen wealth of the nation, the Filipino people plods through life in filth and in despair. Let's just hope that the drive, the support, and the participation of the Filipino people will not falter through the processes. because if it does, these events would once again fall, just like so many before, as a failed attempt to help the country. This would then perpetually entrench these corrupt greedy interests as an invincible entity in the Philippine government, which would forevermore mark the Filipino people in compliance of that crime against humanity. the agents of these corrupt interest would be active, spreading lies and rumors, confusing the masses from the truth, blocking any form of progress, pretending to be friends misleading the issues, intimidating and coercing, denying and depriving, and amongst other things that they would do to convince the Filipino people that the changes in the Philippines will not do much for their lives.

The current president was supposed to only put the house in order, to hold it together during the flood. To do the difficult yet necessary measures to guarantee that the house survives and the necessary preparations were done... but what was not expected of her is to sell the house to special interests or to even let her husband to move-in and become the master of the house. Because the house has always and forever been, belongs to the Filipino people and by the Filipino people. We are merely the servants of the house so that it would function as the shelter, source of sustenance, protection, services, and a home for the Filipino people.

The Filipino people and their government has a destiny ordained by god, a destiny that has been carefully guarded and preserved even during the Spanish colonization, a destiny which would bring the Filipino race the salvation that they have for so long aspired for. But during the chaotic times of the 'flood', the structure that holds the Filipino race together and their government were greatly weakened. It was a transition that has always been part of their destiny, yet a very dangerous transition since any group, conglomerate, or interest could take over and highjack that destiny to deform and to shape it into their own image. any mafia could have held the destiny of the Filipino people and their government hostage, any syndicate could have position themselves into power, any powerful economic entity could have gained hold to the levers of economic and political powers of the government, or any single personality could have distort the destiny. Thus it was necessary to find someone to bridge the history of the Filipino people and into the future, someone that could continue the legacy of the Filipino history and evolution. Too bad, she was meant to have a very difficult presidency and will be blamed to all the wrongs in the world, while paving the way for the success and greatness of future administrations.

The position of the president in the government and into the people that it governs is like the position of the sun in the heavens. They must eternally shine light into the land during the duration of their presidency. Since if the president vacates their position, the system collapses or becomes destabilized. Also if the president breaks away from their position and allows their family life to take over, their sons would run around the kingdom with their presumptuous claims, and the spouse would eclipse the throne bringing darkness into the land - a disgrace to the human nature, which doesn't have to be the case even if the opportunity presents itself. The president must always be in position focused in the zone, since every time that they blink the country goes astray and darkness dawns in the lives of the people. The president must continually shine the ideals and the laws of the kingdom to the people, not being filtered through by the sentiments and interests of those that have no business being close to the president.

Well anyways... what these traitorous politicians and special interest would miss is the planed economic surge for the Philippines - an economic surge that is uncorrupted and unabsorbed by these people - but rather an economic source for the ascension of the Filipino people, breaking free from the shackles of poverty and other obstacles.

The thing is, mostly the corruption in the Philippine government and society is not the fault of the politicians and leaders, rather there exists interest groups that operate like the mafia. They extort, they blackmail, they lie, and they manipulate key leaders for their own purposes. They have intercepted and exploited the gift for the common Filipino people during the transitions of powers, claiming and proclaiming that they embody the common Filipino people and their interests. But in fact, they are the one's who have stolen, corrupted, deprived, and exploited the common Filipino people and the more privileged part of society alike. These interest groups are now in-fact the one's holding the levers of powers of the government, with their grip to the leaders, politicians, the common Filipino people, and the issues present in society. These people presents themselves as the solution to world's problems, but in-fact they are merely opportunists serving their own interest while exploiting the rest. They are the Rasputins of the modern world, and a national threat to all nations in the world - paving the way for the global governance much worst than Hitler and Stalin combined.

The Hell of School (made ever more hellish)

2008-02-09T00:07:00.000-08:00

Is it just me, or does everyone suddenly have a very strange imagination of crawling under barbed wire littered with pig entrails??? Just asking...

Anyway, this is the result of our project in school where we write poems of love and friendship on hearts. The hearts are then publicly displayed for all to see on the hallways of the third year classrooms. I wouldn't be surprised if many people lied on who the poems were dedicated to. I easily managed to make a poem and I DIDN'T have to lie about who it was dedicated to.

Plus, my heart was decorated with the SS logo and numerous Swastikas...o_O

February 1, 2008

2008-02-02T05:14:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I promised myself that as soon as I finish college, I would travel either on foot or by bicycle the entire Luzon region. I sure hope that my skin won't be too affected by that.

Oh yeah, I also told someone I'd contact them in ten years to see how they're doing. That is, assuming that I live that long.

Soldier's Psychology

2008-01-31T02:19:00.000-08:00

I have always wondered as to why some people are the way they are and why certain individuals are so obsessed with military and political doctrines. Now I know.

There is a well known empirical formula for turning men into a fighting force willing to go anywhere and kill anyone. It has been independantly discovered by people as diverse as Hannibal and Chaka Zulu, and is well known to our modern military. A large part of the formula is to take young, late-puberty males and isolate them from society in general and women in particular. Once isolated, their sense of personal identity is be beaten down, they are sexually frustrated, and to create more intimacy with weapons than their genitalia. The whole point is to drive young men slightly insane in a particular way, so that they will not only follow, but enjoy orders from superiors to shoot strangers.

If done properly it will link agressiveness with the sex drive, making the act of shooting at people almost orgasmic in both its intensity and satisfaction. Not only is aggressiveness linked to sex, the men are kept sexually frustrated as well. Seeking an outlet, and given shooting at strangers as the only acceptible outlet, their sex drives will lead them to go into action and fight. This is why the military has historically had very strong objections to homosexuality and masturbation, also. Both provide a (i.e. not hostile to designated strangers) outlets for the sex drive. Most cases of military servicemen committing acts of rape are those soldiers who are yet to have the true "soldier's psychology".

Really Bad People Skills

2008-01-28T02:18:00.000-08:00

I just can't do it. I can't treat Social Relationships as people-to-people things. They will always be State-to-State Diplomacy. For example, when I get upset or offended by someone, I do what NATIONS do. Nations break of diplomatic relationships or make trade blockades. People get revenge or demand an apology. I break of any social interactions and make as little business as possible (though I am yet to declare war).

*sigh* Elementary life wasn't like this. THEN, I could walk up to a person, grab him by the neck, and say my thoughts out loud. Now...it's different...

Gay Joke

2008-01-23T19:27:00.000-08:00

The Rancher's WifeA successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman, and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town an kick up your heels."The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.

She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said.

Trembling, he did as she directed."Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly.

"Now take off my socks." He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.

"Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.

"Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.

"Now," she said, "take off my panties." By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off.

Then she looked at him and said. . ."If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."

My First Original Military/Social Strategy

2008-01-23T06:54:00.000-08:00

I can't believe it worked. I made someone think I had materials and weapons available to fight back to make get her to back off. Not only did the bluff work, it gave me enough time to actually prepare my materials in case of any attacks. For the first time ever, I was actually forced to write down feed (feed=chickenfeed=disinformation) on my diary because I knew the opponent regularly reads it. I guess this strategy can be used in almost any scenario, whether military or social.

"In times of weakness, act strong so as to force the enemy to retreat in a battle he could win.
In times of strength, act weak so as to force the enemy to fight in a battle he will lose"

Why is God bettter at computers than Satan?

2008-01-15T05:57:00.000-08:00

Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on
the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was
tired of hearing all the bickering.

Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to
set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I
will judge who does the better job."

So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.
They moused.
They faxed.
They e-mailed.
They e-mailed with attachments.
They downloaded.
They did spreadsheets!
They wrote reports.
They created labels and cards.
They created charts and graphs.
They did some genealogy reports
They did every job known to man.
Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than ever.
Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed
across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power
went off..
Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in
the underworld.
Jesus just sighed.
Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their
computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming: "It's gone!
It's all GONE! "I lost everything when the power went out!"
Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the
past two hours of work.
Satan observed this and became irate.
"Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all
his work and I don't have any?"
God just shrugged and said, "JESUS SAVES"

Guy Got Killed - My Speculations

2008-01-15T05:01:00.000-08:00

A policeman was shot dead yesterday in an ambush by armed suspects. The killing took place at around the same time I leave for school and a few blocks from where I live. Here is the full article:

Cop killed in Pasig ambush
By: Alvin Murcia
A POLICEMAN died after he was ambushed by two motorcycle-riding gunmen while on his way to work yesterday in Pasig City. Senior Supt. Francisco Uyami Jr., Pasig police chief, identified the victim as PO2 Rolan Faraon, 28, detailed at the Intelligence and Investigation Unit of the Regional Headquarters Support Group in Camp Ricardo Papa, Bicutan, Taguig and resident of 192 Magtanggol St., Barangay Sumilang, Pasig. Case investigator PO3 Roger Baltazar said Faraon was driving his white Mitsubishi Lancer on M. Flores Street, Barangay Bagong Ilog at 7:15 a.m. when he was blocked by the suspects clad in jacket and helmet. The suspects drove near the policeman’s car and opened fire. According to witnesses, the suspects shot the victim in the head to make sure he was dead before escaping. Faraon died on the spot after sustaining eight gunshot wounds in the head and body. Police said the killing was well-planned as witnesses said two more suspects on a motorcycle acted as look-outs. Uyami said Faraon was among the 21 policemen who were implicated by a witness in the alleged illegal drug activities of Amin Imam Boratong, the alleged owner of the “shabu tiangge” in Pasig City smashed by police in February 2006. Eastern Police District director Supt. Leon Nilo dela Cruz has ordered a deeper probe into the killing of Faraon. Dela Cruz said there are so many angles that should be looked into, including the policeman’s alleged involvement in illegal drugs. PAOLO'S PERSPECTIVE I would first like to say that my perspective on this matter will be based from whatever facts are available. I would also like to say how disappointed I am in letting such an opportunity slip past. The killing took place so close to me and at the exact same time I am at the district. I might have been able to at least witness it or perhaps even help identify the suspects. DAMN! Well, back to the matter at hand. Based from the cop's alleged involvement in illegal drugs, one can speculate that the cop was in fact "crooked". His murder was probably carried out by his former colleagues within the drug cartel. A possible motive is that his fellows in the cartel saw him as a liability because the cops were investigating him and his ties so they were forced to liquidate him. Doubtless, the criminal group is very much organized and tactically dangerous.

Strangely Enough

2008-01-11T03:19:00.000-08:00

I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually feel safer and less paranoid when I'm in school. I think it's because there are only students and teachers over there and not other more threatening elements.

I need to pull myself together. I'm jumping at shadows all over...

My View of the World as of Now

2008-01-09T20:35:00.000-08:00

People are like donuts. They're bastard coated bastards with bastard filling.

Just A Quicke...

2008-01-03T02:40:00.000-08:00

Oh my god! The dude's playing my first favorite classical piece!!! ~wheee!

My Brother's Holiday

2008-01-03T02:25:00.000-08:00

I'm still having a wee bit of trouble remembering all the events that happened in my account of the holidays...so here's another holiday from the perspective of another person : my brother.

I have no idea what he did in perfect detail nor does he a blog of some sort anyway. Here are summaries of what happened when I was with him

"joint-jurisdiction" in my room (in other words he took over MY room)
developed an insane addiction to Mortal Kombat
we ate an entire jar of sardines for a midnight snack (though he fell asleep and I had to wake him)
lent me a Robert Ludlum
went to a party with old veterans
used the ABS-CBN Newscenter as a personal computer shop
somehow, someway slept through a crowded bus with the speakers loudly playing The Beatles WHILE listening to his Mp3 Player
developed an insane desire to hit my face with foreign objects namely remotes and cellphones

THAT list would just go on and on and on...I'll update that next time...

A Post for Pam

2007-12-31T08:35:00.000-08:00

(Too cluttered to make my own New Years post...so while I think of my own, I decided to put a blogless friend's holiday experience....)

PRESENTING:

PAMELA'S HOLIDAY THOUGHTS

yung umalis kami nung cousin at kuya ko, nag star city kami.
ang cheap no. haha! di bale ang saya naman. haha! ang daming papables.
GRABE!
ang daming gwapo!!! alam mo ba, yung iba nakyukyutan sakin. haha!
alam mo naman.
haha! yung iba tinitignan ako, syempre ang gagawin ko na
lang
tignan din sila.
haha! mga cute naman eh :))! tapos meron dun,
magfe-friends
sila. mga may
Chinese blood. tinitignan din ako. haha!
minsan nga nahuhuli
ko pang nakatingin
eh. tapos malayo-layo pa sila sa
amin, pero tingin parin
ng tingin kahit
magkalayo kami. haha! tapos
meron pa. may isa na
naka-braces. grabe ang gwapo
rin! haha! syempre
tumitingin na naman. ako
tinitignan ko rin siya. kasi ang
gwapo talaga!
kamukha niya yung
tiga-philscie na naka-braces din. grabe sobra!
naalala
ko tuloy yung
tiga-philscie (well, ndi mo nga cguro alam yuns itsura nun
pero sila julie,
maan alam nila kung gano kagwapo yun. haha!) GRABE!
yung nga
nakikipagtinginan din ako. tapos may kuya niya yata yun, ang gwapo
din.
grabe!
ang saya nga kasi ang lapit lang namin sa kanila. tapos
parang may
foreign blood
sila, kasi ang ganda nung eyes nila. haha!
ehem! world class
talaga ang beauty
ko. haha! ang vain! haha!

ayun. basta. sobra nagdo-drool na ako. haha! alam mo naman na
weakness ko ang hott men :D haha! dahil dun, mas lalo akong naghahanap ng
cute,
hott guys. haha! yuck! haha!

Year 2008

2007-12-31T08:10:00.000-08:00

Happy New Years all...

I'll write about my New Year some other time....probably when I'm not reeling from miles of travel and about half a bottle of red wine...

Ciao for now...

A Cup of Joe

2007-12-29T09:25:00.000-08:00

Coffee. The word means different things to different kinds of people. For a few, it means the luxury of enjoying exotic flavors from around the world. To some, it means the chance of pretending to afford and enjoy this luxury. To others, it means daily fare to keep them awake and alert for their daily labor. Finally, for a steadily growing number of Filipinos, it equates with their very survival. Coffee is more than a mere beverage consisting of alkali, sugar and other compounds. It is a symbol of social and economic status, of prestige, and of power. In every stir and sip, and in every drop is the story not only of the person drinking it, but of the society as well.

Drop by a classy café or restaurant. Chances are, you would see at least one person drinking coffee at any given time of the day. The coffee there comes in many different flavors, with a variety of syrups, flavoring, toppings, cream and other add-ons to create a vast combination for drinking pleasure in different sizes. Imagine that you’re modestly well-to-do, if not filthy rich. Take your pick. Order your cup. Read a book and enjoy the comforts of a relaxed lounge atmosphere. Pay your bill: use either cash or credit card for your purchase. Then drive off, feeling better with that one dose of sheer pleasure to make your day.

Now imagine you’re not really rich or well-to-do. Remember: You had to save for this trip to the café, so make it count. You approach the counter and give your order with enough élan and sophistication to shame any high-browed socialite. You find a seat closest to the door where everyone can see you sipping an expensive cup. A friend comes in, and you feign surprise. You invite her to order a cup and join you. Three hours pass, and amazingly, your cups aren’t even half empty. The coffee’s cold, but you don’t mind, as you wave to your acquaintances passing by outside. Yes, that was good, wasn’t it?

It’s midnight, and you have to beat a deadline. Hours pass without much productivity, so you cram. Finding the nearest cup of warm water and a sachet of instant 3-in-1 coffee, you pour everything in and stir. Satisfied with that brownish tinge, you chug it down in one gulp. Now, that ought to perk you up, for the fourth time in two hours. Minutes tick by and your deadline comes closer. God, the stress is killing you. But hey, there’s still one more sachet left to calm you down. You finish a few minutes before deadline, you prepare that last cup and drink it. You feel like passing out, but you’re wide awake. Your head hurts, and it’s driving you mad.

You have a family of seven. You have a job, thank God, but it’s not enough to cover the costs of daily living. At least you have enough to buy rice. Cooped up in the four walls of your flimsy shanty, you prepare another mix of rice and instant coffee powder. That would be enough to keep your children’s stomachs from grumbling, at least for another day. They ate batchoy yesterday anyway, so a little sacrifice today wouldn’t hurt. You mix a little condensed milk for extra flavor, with some water to spread it. You don’t complain – better to eat once than not eat at all. Dinner is served.

In the simplest of things, like coffee, we can see the grim realities of Filipino society. It’s appalling how some could casually spend for their luxuries, while others are at the brink of starvation. A friend once told me how guilty he felt when a street kid asked him for alms when he left a Starbucks. Whether he gave the poor thing anything, I don’t really remember. What’s sad is that many of us don’t really care. I don’t know if apathy and indifference are side effects of caffeine overconsumption. To some extent, there is blood in your coffee. I guess what’s important is that even when we enjoy coffee as a creature comfort, we do not forget those among us whose very survival hangs on a thread. Everytime we perk up, our social consciousness should also get a jolt.

Smell the coffee and wake up.

Lucky Bastard

2007-12-29T07:20:00.000-08:00

BROWNSVILLE, Texas (AP) -- For nearly seven years Melina Salazar did her best to put on a smile and tend to the every need of her most loyal and cantankerous customer.
She made sure his food was as hot as he wanted, even if it meant he burned his mouth. And she smiled through his demands and curses. The 89-year-old Walter "Buck" Swords obviously appreciated it, leaving the waitress $50,000 and a 2000 Buick when he died.
"I still can't believe it," the Luby's cafeteria employee told Harlingen television station KGBT-TV in an interview during which she described Swords as "kind of mean."
Swords, a World War II veteran, died in July. But Salazar learned just a few days before Christmas that he had left her the money and car.

The Holidays...

2007-12-29T06:48:00.000-08:00

...are a headache.

I've been desperately trying to balance vacation time and annoying-homework time. There's this cool new game called "Company of Heroes" that I've been desperately trying to install in my computer to no success. It's such a great game.

Anyways, I just came from yet another party (the fourth for this month). The last party was actually a class reunion. Actually, it wasn't even my class. It was my grandfather's class of 1955 during his time in the Philippine Military Academy. It's sad to admit but partying and dancing with a couple of old veterans was actually much more exciting than our Christmas Party in school...

For the moment, I am fooling around in my dad's workplace with my brother. This place feels like an extra large computer shop with its own studio. I love messing around my parents' workplaces. It's great to be out of the house. We're actually just waiting for my dad to finish his shift so we can all go to Gerona to visit my grandparents. I managed to finish the movie report and parts of the chemistry portfolio but I'm still not sure what's the exact date we go back to to school. I guess when you think about it long enough, you find out what really matters most. I even managed to think of one line that sums it all up:

"To hell with it all!!!!"

The True Dark

2007-12-20T00:49:00.000-08:00

The dark is generous, and it is patient.
It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light.
The dark's patience is infinite.
Eventually, even the light of the stars burn out.

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It wins because it is everywhere.
It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire, it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets of your bed. Wal k in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

It's like a damn virus...

2007-12-20T00:10:00.000-08:00

Ack...I can't get the damn song out of my head. I've been humming Erasure's "A Little Respect" ever since I heard it at the ice skating ring. As the Christopher Turk once said "It's like a damn virus!"...

PS
I hate those people who play their music out loud in computer shops. There's a reason why headsets were provided...so the rest of us can be spared from your crappy taste in tunes.

Holday Headache

2007-12-18T22:23:00.000-08:00

Oh my god...the chronic headaches have returned...

Our class Family Day/Christmas Party just finished today. Then again, it isn't actually finished yet. I just had to leave early. That's pretty much why is in such a bad mood for the rest of the day. The incompetence of others has compelled me to stay up late last night as it has forced me to leave early today. Don't get me wrong, the Christmast Party wasn't much fun (about as fun as going to the movies with my family) but I was planning something special afterwards. Anyway, I hate going to the airport...T_T

I HATE IT...maybe I'll just tell everyone I went to the mall so I won't be reminded of this horrible afternoon

Chess

2007-12-08T00:49:00.000-08:00

This the record of my spectacular 2-0 victory over a person who will for now, be unnamed. What really disappoints me is that it took too many moves before I moved in for the kill...

HAHA

You suck...

MATCH 1
25. Me: e2 - e7
24. Her: g1 - h2
23. Me: h8 - f6
22. Her: c8 - d7
21. Me: e1 - d2
20. Her: d7 - d6
19. Me: d4 - h8
18. Her: g8 - e7
17. Me: e3 - d4
16. Her: e5 - d4
15. Me: c1 - e3
14. Her: g7 - g6
13. Me: a3 - b4
12. Her: h1 - g1
11. Me: a2 - a3
10. Her: e4 - h1
9. Me: d1 - e2
8. Her: h4 - e4
7. Me: g2 - g3
6. Her: f8 - b4
5. Me: d2 - d4
4. Her: d8 - h4
3. Me: b1 - c3
2. Her: e7 - e5
1. Me: e2 - e4

MATCH 2
47. Me: c1 - c8
46. Her: c7 - b8
45. Me: a1 - c1
44. Her: f7 - f6
43. Me: h4 - g5
42. Her: g7 - g5
41. Me: g2 - h3
40. Her: d8 - c7
39. Me: d4 - h4
38. Her: g8 - h6
37. Me: d1 - d4
36. Her: c5 - d4
35. Me: c2 - d4
34. Her: c6 - d4
33. Me: c3 - d4
32. Her: e5 - d4
31. Me: d2 - d4
30. Her: b8 - c6
29. Me: a3 - c2
28. Her: e7 - e5
27. Me: b5 - a3
26. Her: d7 - d6
25. Me: c7 - b5
24. Her: e8 - d8
23. Me: d5 - c7
22. Her: a5 - b5
21. Me: b2 - c3
20. Her: b4 - a5
19. Me: c3 - d5
18. Her: b5 - b4
17. Me: b1 - c3
16. Her: d3 - b5
15. Me: c1 - b2
14. Her: c2 - d3
13. Me: e2 - d1
12. Her: f5 - c2
11. Me: b2 - b3
10. Her: e5 - f5
9. Me: d1 - e2
8. Her: d6 - e5
7. Me: e4 - e5
6. Her: c7 - d6
5. Me: f1 - g2
4. Her: d8 - c7
3. Me: g2 - g3
2. Her: c7 - c5
1. Me: e2 - e4

My 80th Post

2007-11-29T00:16:00.000-08:00

I couldn't think of a better title for this post.

Since my last post, a lot of things have happened. I won't go into the sordid, pathetic details of my wild escapades so I'll just sum it up.

Since my last post, I have:

made an article entitled "Top Ten Worst Ways to Die"
cut class because of excruciating boredom
interviewed a senator
bought brandy in the presence of a teacher
underwent a serious emotional reform
bought stocks
became a finalist in an essay writing contest
photoshoped over 50 images (about 10 were made from scratch)
bought a book entitled "International Politics"
developed a grudge over desecration of one of most treasured books
got a new USB solely for school purposes
got a new PC (old one actually, we just had it fixed)
broke an old PC (stupid Mac, good riddance!)
had the privacy of my current diary compromised
used a laptop as my new diary which is hidden in my closet (along with something else)
participated and lost a debate
spent almost half of the time in school sleeping
went to Rainforest Area more than a dozen times in one week
worried over sordid, incriminating pictures stored in someone's laptop
watched the entire first season of Heroes
watched the first to sixth season of Scrubs
watched the first to sixth movie of Star Wars

The best part of all this is that it isn't even Christmas vacation yet!!!

Damn Shops

2007-11-20T01:49:00.000-08:00

Damn you computer shops and your 56 kbps internet speed!!!

Full of Shit

2007-11-15T20:48:00.000-08:00

Now I am ready to believe that the Batasan blast (not the one in Glorietta) was caused by methan gas.

Why? Because of three things:

Methane is produced by rotting garbage. The Batasan is full of dirt and trash, di ba?
Methane is produced by shit, and members of the Batasan are full of shit.
Methane is produced in a septic tank. The Batasan is one big septic tank.

PS
Somebody hates me...haha!

Don't Really Have Much Time

2007-11-14T20:42:00.000-08:00

Because of time limitations (as well as this accursed internet speed), I will sum up today with three words...
...

...

...

DAMN IT ALL!!!

No Fair, I Wanted to Post This First!

2007-11-13T20:48:00.001-08:00

My classmate and I were reading a newspaper in school this morning as well as preparing for our debate on Monday. As we were reading, I showed my classmate an article that seemed interesting. We even shared it to our adviser and our adviser reacted almost the same way as we did...

P.S. I really agree with the title. haha...

************

Die and you’ll be arrested! Britain’s most stupid laws
Agence France-Presse

LONDON -- Queen Elizabeth II’s speech before Parliament on Tuesday may have been routine but at least nobody got bored to death. That would have been against the law.

Dying in Parliament is an offense and is also by far the most absurd law in Britain, according to a survey of nearly 4,000 people by a television channel showing a legal drama series.

And although the lords were clad in their red and white ermine cloaks and ambassadors from around the world were garbed in colorful national costumes, at least nobody turned up in a suit of armor. That would have been illegal.

Other rules deemed utterly stupid included one that permits a pregnant woman to urinate in a policeman’s hat and murdering bow-and-arrow-carrying Scotsmen within the city walls of York in northern England.

A law stating that in Liverpool, only a clerk in a tropical fish store is allowed to be publicly topless, was also ridiculous, according to a poll of 3,931 people for UKTV Gold television.

Nearly half of those surveyed admitted to breaking the ban on eating mince pies on Christmas Day, which dates back to the 17th century and was originally designed to outlaw gluttony during the rule of the Puritan ruler Oliver Cromwell.

The “stupid” laws and other regulations were culled from published research into ancient legislation that has never been repealed although subsequent statutes have rendered them obsolete.

Respondents were given a short list and asked to vote. Voted the 10 most ridiculous British laws are:

1. It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament (27 percent).

2. It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British monarch upside-down (7 percent).

3. In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless except as a clerk in a tropical fish store (6 percent).

4. Mince pies cannot be eaten on Christmas Day (5 percent).

5. In Scotland, if someone knocks on your door and requires the use of your toilet, you must let them enter (4 percent).

6. A pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman’s helmet (4 percent).

7. The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the king, and the tail of the queen (3.5 percent).

8. It is illegal to avoid telling the taxman anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing (3 percent).

9. It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament in a suit of armor (3 percent).

10. In the city of York, it is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow (2 percent).

Source: The Philippine Daily Inquirer

Back to School...DAMNIT!!!

2007-11-07T20:45:00.000-08:00

I hate the fact that there's just not enough time (or money for this matter) to do the stuff I want. For example, now that there is no longer any internet at my house, I am SOOOOOO limited to a mere 1 hour in a computer shop after class or the computer lab in school (like I what I am doing now). But the worst thing for the month would have to be the sudden change in my sleeping habits. Two days ago, I set my cellphone to the loudest possible volume (got a new one after the old one got lost) and set it to alarm at 4:45AM. However, I woke up at about 5:40 with my cellphone in my hand with the alarm turned off. The weird things is that I have no recollection whatsoever of turning it off or being woken up. This annoying, irritating daily phenomenon has been bugging me so much that it's effects on the quality of my day are ruinous. I barely have time to watch CNN while dressing up and I am now forced to bring my morning toast (but none of my morning coffee) along with my morning paper to school. On the bright side, at least I can read the paper while listening to the built-in radio on my phone.

Anyway, I'm back in Pasig City, which is sadly, synonymous to being back in this hellhole I call *Pasig City Science High School*. Even worse, I'm back beside (but recently, behind) a seatmate which I share a friendship best described as the relations of the United States of America and France during the American Revolution (trust me, it wasn't as *nice* as most history books make out to be).

I got two new (actually, old) games from the money I got from my Grandfather in Gerona. COMMAND AND CONQUER RENEGADE and DIABLO 2. I owned the former many years ago but it was mysteriously lost so you could imagine how....

SON OF A BITCH...lunch is so freakin over...see what I mean about not enough time?!?!?

**CONTENT FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS ADDED ON 4:54PM**

Now where was I?

Crap...it seems that I have lost my earlier train of thought. *sigh* I might as well type about more recent things (boring things).

Let's see...Here's a list of events that have happened:

I got an MK23-SOCOM offensive pistol
Learned how to play poker from my brother
Played, won and lost a series of poker matches with him (we used M&Ms as poker chips)
Finally mastered "Requiem for A Dream"
Finally got a chance to participate in a debate team
Been bitten on the arm by a wannabe vampire (my fault...stupid dare)
got new hot leather shoes
got new black socks
got two new computer games
got a new phone
got another new phone
annoying change in sleeping habits
been called a *bulldog* by someone I barely know or care about (I would have been offended but I can't help but feel pleased that Sir Winston Churchill himself was called a bulldog)
and at last, have this extemporaneous speech I have to prepare for

I guess that's about it...Ciao for now!!!

The Self-Styled Prince of Wellington

2007-11-01T01:55:00.000-07:00

Just a quick thought that I bet that former president Reagan would agree on...

"There are just some people who make better enemies than they do as friends."

Hear this Russia (especially former KGB and now GRU)

I feel so rejuvenated. Unlike some who only *say* they go to cemeteries to relax, I just did. Not only did I go there to pay my respects to my deceased family members from the Bartolome side of the family, I could not help but enjoy the placidity and peace in the private cemetery of close family friends. There is NOTHING as calm as lying down in the middle of a field (of unknown crops) and simply stare at the crowds and just dump a hat over your head when the sun gets too bad.

However, my stomach did a jump when I saw one of the first girls to become my friends (whom I now share a cool friendship with due to some tensions last year). What really surprised what was what she was wearing. I could seriously not take my eyes of her outfit out of sheer disbelief. It was the same black outfit someone in class was wearing. When I asked where she got it (trust me when I say she was very suspicious as to why i was asking about women's clothing), she told me it came from the Gerona Market of all places. It was true however. I went there myself to see it (actually, I really went there to buy a piece, but I did see it). There were also many variations of color, my favorite being the rainbow one (it reminded me of acid).

It was weird that while talking to myself in the market, [holy shit, there's even a men's version, a guy in the computer shop i'm in is friggin wearing it!] I decide to ditch the "Rhed Prince" pseudonym and go all the way to "Prince of Wellington".

Ciao, I'm off back home to practice the piano and finally master "Requiem for a Dream".

Miles Away

2007-10-30T22:45:00.000-07:00

Oh darn it...there is no longer internet at my house because the virus has systematically shut me out. So the only thing left to do is to scrap the computer and salvage the hard drive for the many pictures and documents.

For now, I am at Gerona, Tarlac. This place is very peaceful and I would soon put up some pictures on my Friendster account as soon as I can. I would blog more but I only have a few minutes. Til next time...

Best Dream...EVER

2007-10-27T04:17:00.000-07:00

I feel like shit today...but at least I had a good dream.

THE DREAM
It began at about 2:00AM when things began to settle down after trying to explain some deeds regarding sex and a radio broadcast (that's a LONG story). As soon as I closed my eyes after watching CNN, I found myslef waking up to the face of a man screaming in my face. He was hollering for me to "get up and move". Confused and bewildered, I had no choice but to obey. I found myself walking in a column with other guys. At this point, I noticed that I was holding a very old musket and wearing a strange uniform. I recognized my uniform as a military uniform of the British Army in the 18th Century. For some reason, everyone else had helmets but me. We walked for a long time and I was amazed by the scenery (I am pleased to say my imagination is like a good video card). After what seemed like ages of walking,

***to be continued as soon as I fix the internet at my home***

"Strange" doesn't even begin to describe it

2007-10-23T06:49:00.000-07:00

Today is the first day our Sem-Break. It should have been yesterday but that doesn't count since I had to go to school for the oral defense. Every one did well in the oral defense. One of the groups (the same group which always had "internal" trouble) had a group grade of 39/50. I guess our research group had done reasonably well in defending our research proposal. I managed to get a perfect score in the individual grade because of the extra points I got for (*shudder*) buying of Pamela's used underwear for P40. After all of III-Avogadro was finished with our defenses, we went to Angel's Burger for a splendid meal (thanks to Ayra). Afterwards, I went to Shangri-La for some clothes shopping then got myself wasted on CS: Source in Cyber Cafe for two hours.

For today, I guess just played computer and surfed the net. I was planning to walk all the way to the Rainforest Area for my morning walk but the blasted rain ruined everything!

Just too Lazy

2007-10-19T19:51:00.000-07:00

Didn't feel like going to school today. I just didn't feel like wasting my Saturday in school even if there isn't anything worthwhile to do over there. I started my morning at about 8:00AM and naturally I went straight to the computer and started a skirmish game in C&C Generals. After that I went to the other computer and made some minor changes in my blog before loading the latest House MD video. While waiting, Azrail was OL so the for the sake of satisfying my curiosity, I asked her if anything significant was happening. It turns out her boyfriend was the one using the YM with her account. One thing led to another and I found myself in a pointless, annoying conversation with him about the Russian president, Vladamir Putin. It ended after about 20 boring minutes. I am no watching the House MD episode "97 Seconds" as I type this load of crap. I will go the mall later to buy myself a new phone and perhaps tend to the garden.

I will NOT regret going to school today. Instead of long hours sleeping on a sheet of plastic in the classroom, I will join my family in visiting my ill grandmother in Quiapo.

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Aww, who am I kidding? I'm also going to Quiapo to buy some cheap PC games.

Third Manhunt - status within two hours

2007-10-18T04:11:00.000-07:00

I'm back in the same computer shop and I just came from Rainforest Area. I would have updated my status in the computer shop nearby but there weren't any computers available over there. I went by the book and searched the last known location of the subject, which was the school grounds. By the time I got there, the whole place was deserted so I could only search the other nearby areas. Here's the fun part, I infiltrated the Rainforest Area by passing through an adjacent field in Parkwood Greens. I don't know why I did that since the target was not known to enter the area without company. There wasn't much in the way of security but I stayed on the safe side and avoided venturing wide open fields. No signs of life except for some grazing beasts of burden and insects (blasted biting mosquitoes!). I only searched the areas within 20m from the school building and i also searched the comfort rooms (those places were notorious for dumping dead bodies). Exfiltrated via the same route while wondering why I kept expecting (almost to the point of hoping) that I would find the target dead (which was very unlikely). I decided to walk to Stella Mariz, then to Kapasigan while searching nearby suspicious areas. Found nothing except for a discarded porn newspaper (which I threw away of course!!!). My third hunt concludes as a very interesting experience but ultimately a failure. Now I feel like blogging my first two hunting experiences...

The target likely went home by this time but is yet to be verified.

Third Manhunt - Status within hour 1

2007-10-18T03:34:00.000-07:00

Nothing is more physically entertaining than hunting, armed only with a flashlight, a Swiss knife, and a wad of cash. This is my third manhunt and like
my last two, is motivated by sheer idleness and boredom. However, unlike the last two, there is a much bigger chance that I will be finding a corpse rather than a live body. I am in a computer shop in Kapasigan right now and still no luck on finding the target. I still have about two hours to spare before retiring so I guess I should make the most of it. I still have about P150 left and I will now move on to Rainforest Area...I will make another post in a computer shop over there.

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Sore Eyes Part 2

2007-10-16T07:35:00.000-07:00

Damn it! I missed one day of school. The conjunctivitis problem is getting out of hand in my right eye. While I do like being able to stay in bed all day, it frustrates me that I can do absolutely nothing (no TV or computer) without opening my bloodshot eyes. So to amuse myself, I took to talking to myself in my head. It's a good thing I have a creative imagination. I had a lengthy conversation with an imaginary person I called Mr. Libera, a personification of my former beliefs and principles.

I am going mad...

Eyes that Are Sore

2007-10-15T03:39:00.000-07:00

Damnit, I got sore eyes from my classmates (but the source of it all is certain). I can't afford to be absent because of the exams so now I have to study with one eye shut to deal with the pain. *sigh* I can't even type a long post or write a long entry in my diary because of this annoyance.

Til next time...

15th Anniversary of October the 14th

2007-10-14T04:55:00.000-07:00

Gah...I hate this day.

Every year, on October the 14th, bad stuff always happens to me. If I were to explain all the unfortunate events that happened on all the October14s in the past 15 years, it would take me quite a while. So for now, I'm going to write about all the nasty, horrible things that happened (or rather, happening!!!)

BEFORE THE 14th
"The Calm before the Storm"

The day before the 14th was pretty ok. Actually, I could even call it great. Two defined this day, one good and one...well i don't know. A dream more or less came true for me, to see my classmates performing the "My Musical" episode of the TV series "Scrubs". I seriously wish I had a video camera then. The second event was very...disturbing. The second event was as likely to happen as George Bush suddenly hugging Bin Laden (but it happened anyway). Anyway, let's just say *I* accidentally hugged *someone* I wasn't meaning to (a sick person...gah, germs!). It's so cute listening to my classmates singing Scrubs songs.

And at long last, I have my room back now that my Aunt's recovered from surgery. Better yet, I now have a new (actually, it was my cousin's but he went to Canada) TV in my room! I read books for studying and wrote in work journal until I passed out at around 1:00AM.

THE 15th 14th
"Ayos lang naman. Diba Sunday naman yung 14th?"
- Spammer of the Week

I woke up with both legs cramped when I jumped suddenly out of bed (stupid cellphone alarm...it's a recording of *someone* sounding like she's screaming and moaning). I awoke at about 8:00 but was only able to get up at 9:15 when the pain subsided. Walking was hard since I had to move around with a cane. Thankfully, I didn't have to stand or walk much since I spent most of the day sitting down in front of my beloved PC (that's what I thought). At about 3:00PM I went out to get a very expensive haircut. The haircut itself wasn't expensive, it was the transportation fare since I had to travel by taxi because I couldn't walk too far. That's all the bad stuff I can divulge because the other stuff is classified and are on both personal and professional levels.

I don't believe in luck. There are only coincidences. .and this is one bad coincidence.

2007-10-11T23:18:00.000-07:00

Here's on of the funnies strips from Scrubs Comics 2.0

House Thoughts

2007-10-11T10:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I am wrong.

I am skilled in observation....from reading people in situations.

But sometimes, I am wrong.

I like to study the people in my life with experiments that some would consider unfair, demeaning, and in some cases, illegal.

Still, there are times when I am wrong.

A Very Funny Video

2007-10-10T10:09:00.000-07:00

Industrial Metal Band + Kylie Minogue's "In Your Eyes"= LOL!!!

Euphemisms

2007-10-10T08:05:00.000-07:00

I've been randomly browsing some entries in Wikipedia and stumbled upon some euphemisms for the word "masturbate". Here are some of the funniest entries:

FOR MEN

A date with Palmela Handerson
fire the pump-action snot-gun
fucking Palm and her five sisters
impregnate ya'belly-button
keeping my sausage hostage
shaking white coconuts from the veiny tree
stroking Gandalf's beard
tame the dragon

FOR WOMEN

buffin' the muffin
giving the funny bunny a carrot
feed the other mouth
plunging the Happy Hole
tossing the pink salad
Ya-Yaing the Sisterhood

PS
It truly amuses me that some of my classmates think *I'm* sexually impotent or incapable of erection simply because I do not masturbate anymore. Perhaps I should prove them wrong? Haha...

US Marine Corps Rifle Creed (Full Metal Jacket)

2007-10-08T03:48:00.000-07:00

This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

Link to Stuff

2007-10-07T04:41:00.000-07:00

Click here to ready a long post about stuff

Doubtless, The Happiest I've Been In Months

2007-10-06T08:53:00.000-07:00

School last Friday ended like any other. I was downstairs with my classmates chatting away about wine, school, and other stuff, admiring a pretty red flower Pamela found, asking Rene Boy about tips on DotA, the usual after-school things. Then, as my eyes took in the sight of the wonderful clouds in the sky, as my face felt the a gently wind breeze past, I felt an sense of calm and contentment lift me up. It was at that moment did I feel a sudden urge to enjoy this splendid beauty somewhere more quiet, somewhere when I can have good rest, and that somewhere would be the Rainforest Area, a few blocks away. So I went.

I departed from school and walked there, taking in the the many sights around me. From the clouds in a slow race in the deep blue sky, to the busy vehicles passing by. I stopped for a moment to buy refreshments in the form of a P12 bottle of coke. Walking past the Rainforest Gates, I duly noted the sign saying "Closing Time 5:30". Checking my junk of a cellphone, it was still 4:43, plenty of time to enjoy myself. I went straight to the amphitheater, sitting down beside the pond. After a small while of gently brushing my fingertips on the cool waters, I took off my shoes and socks to feel the fresh grass between my feet as I lay in the grassy field (imitating what some people were already doing). For a brief moment, I have found my paradise - forgetting an essay to be written, script to be made, answers to be solved...A small yellow flower fell upon me and as I held in my hands, I quickly recognized it. The flower looked exactly like the one which grew in my grandparents' house in Tarlac. This yellow flower was indeed special to me, for it was also the first thing I ever planted on the ground, the first thing to live and grow under my care. I looked around me slowly. Above was a jet, flying by and there were birds flying freely in the sky. Around me were people, both young and old, enjoying a carefree moment. Everywhere was nature's beauty, from the trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind, the still pond....Oh, mere words are not enough to express the beauty and serenity I experienced on that day.

Alas, all days must end...That best of that day ended at about 5:30...but it ended with a genuine smile of contention etched on my face.

To Whom It May Concern

2007-10-04T05:10:00.000-07:00

Please, by all means, you go on with your bad self

Continue your glorious war against common fucking sense and the law (with your 4 lawyers... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

I support you on your righteous war, because I am in desperate need for entertainment

(munches popcorn)

I encourage you to never give in and never accept this so called "common sense". without tragically fucked up retards in the world like you, this globe would be a much less amusing place

I salute you fringe crackpots of the world! we all rubberneck and gawk in awe at the twisted wreckage of you, the traffic accident, aka the content of your thoughts

(snicker)

PS
You *know* who you are...

Harry Potter :P

2007-10-03T08:17:00.000-07:00

The story is about a boy who lives in a cupboard (i.e. "in the closet"). His Aunt and Uncle are ashamed of him because his parents were quite eccentric (i.e. "flaming") and they are deeply concerned and afraid that he will turn out just like them. On his 11th birthday (i.e. roughly at the onset of puberty), the boy discovers that he is actually a "wizard", different in both style and substance from normal people, or "muggles" (i.e. "breeders"). The boy is groomed into his new existence by a large, hairy bear of a man who shows Harry a hidden underground community of "wizards" living right under the noses of the general population (i.e. the gay subculture). Harry's first trip to this subculture involves traveling through "Diagon Alley", a play on the word diagonally (i.e. not straight).

One of Harry's first rites of passage in his new life is to select a wand (i.e. penis). The wand/penis is the most important tool in a Wizard's arsenal (or arse) and so this scene is treated with great reverence and mystery. While experiencing Diagon Alley for the first time, Harry also pauses with a group of other young boys to admire a much coveted broomstick (i.e. long hard shaft of wood).

Harry's indoctrination begins in earnest when he is sent to a special school who purpose is to train him to use his wizard powers safely, while still being able to live in a world full of muggles. Young students at this school are forbidden from practicing "magic" (i.e. homosexuality) outside of the school (this is the so-called "restriction on the use of underage magic"). They are also forbidden from using magic in the presence of muggles, who might be frightened or angered by witnessing it, an obvious and heavy handed commentary on gay-straight societal tension.

The students at this school are segregated by gender, a clear attempt to encourage homosexual relationships. The most popular pastime at the school is a game called "Quidditch", which involves riding hard shafts of wood, handling several types of balls, and trying to score points by successfully penetrating the hoop. This activity is enthusiastically endorsed by school officials for obvious reasons. Harry quickly excels at this new game and quickly becomes known for his above-average broom handling.

Harry spends a great deal of time with Hagrid, the man-bear who first initiated him into the wizarding world, but also forms a close friendship with Ron, a fellow student (and first real boyfriend). The two also tolerate the presence of Hermione, a female classmate who compensates for her lack of a penis by being a better than average student. Together, this troublemaking threesome get into mischief on numerous occasions, causing consternation and concern among the teachers.

Ultimately, the story is about Harry coming to terms with the tragic and premature death of his gay parents, who both died from AIDS (personified in the story by a cliche evil villain named Lord Voldemort). Although both his parents were struck down by the horrible disease, Harry himself was spared (though it did leave him scarred for life, i.e. infected with HIV but not full blown AIDS). Harry desperately searches for a new father figure to fill the void (either figuratively or literally) left by his father's absence. Harry first clings on to Hagrid the man-bear, then later Dumbledore, a kind but haggard old pedophile, and finally clutches on to Sirius Black, an old friend of his father's and Harry's godfather. Sirius has the curious ability to transform into a wild dog (i.e. he is an aggressive top). Harry's father had the ability to transform into a horse (a sly reference to penis size, lol horsecock). Harry himself has the ability to communicate with snakes (i.e. a deep understanding and appreciation of penises).

Harry is further traumatized when one of his classmates, Cedric, is also cruelly cut down by Lord AIDSmort. Harry attempts to warn the others that "Voldemort has returned" (i.e. AIDS is on the rise), but the majority of the wizarding community chooses not to believe this out of sheer denial. Only Dumbledore, the wise old one, and a few others believe Harry at first. Harry is at first ostracized but later vindicated for attempting to warn the community about the dangers of Lord AIDSmort. Sadly, Harry's newly adopted father, Sirius, is cut down in the process by one of Lord AIDSmort's henchmen (let's say syphilis).

Harry's career ambition after all this is to become an Auror - a dark wizard catcher (i.e. an AIDS awareness campaigner). This is the only way to ease the pain he feels from the loss of his dead friends and family while keeping other young wizards safe from the "dark side" of wizarding, i.e. AIDS.

Uninspired Poetry

2007-10-02T07:46:00.000-07:00

"A Lost Muse"

To love one who does not,very painful it is

Yet to me tis a pain I would rather not miss; But perhaps the greatest pain; Is to love so fully, but in vain

And one can only make such limited poetry
Of dear computer machines and geeky gadgetry
With this thought, I look to the stars above
And blame the tendrils of cruel love

From unrequited love, I've broken free
And so my old muse, she can no longer me
Now my writing doth suffers and decays
As the hour drags by, and so do the

Oh, how some say my poems are good
But they feel so empty, lacking in mood
For a poet which hath no muse
He be a poet of no use

Just A Short Sonnet

2007-09-27T05:59:00.000-07:00

This is not mine. This is a bunch of Shakespeare's sonnets stitched together...

Doubt thou that the stars are fire
Doubt thou that the sun doth move
Doubt any truth to be a liar
But never doubt that I love you

I've seen roses bloom; both red and white
Less red are they, compared to thy cheeks
And in what perfume is there more delight?
Than the smell which thy breathe reeks

But alas, mere words now fail me
In expressing my love for thee

Spam and Spammers

2007-09-26T03:31:00.000-07:00

I hate spam, both meat and the other
One so salty, one is a bother
Which I hate more, I can't tell
But both of it can rot in hell

My Long Story...blah blah blah

2007-09-20T08:29:00.000-07:00

This post is more or less a reply to post in my friend's blog. I just couldn't resist posting one of the funniest things I ever witnessed (aka the accident). Here goes...

September 18, 2007 - Morning
Morning was great. Today was our last day of practice (yeah..."practice") in the Computer Lab. I wasn't really nervous yet since I don't get nervous until I see the other competitors. I might not have been nervous, but God was I still feeling sick. I have this monster headache because for the past week, I've spent 18 hours out of 24 each day in front of a PC. So with today being the last day of having air conditioning and net surfing in school, I...we...took the liberty of abusing it. It certainly helped that Von left his USB in the Computer Lab. It was very fortunate that he had Warcraft with DotA in it as we were able to turn the lab into an exclusive computer shop. Surprisingly, even the teachers joined in. I can still remember the look on the faces of the other students as they passed by, staring in awe as to why a favorite game was now installed in the com lab. And so we played, practiced...and played some more.

Afternoon
By now, my eyes were beginning to feel like they were going to drop out of their sockets. At dismissal, Keath told me that the class was going to drop by my house to watch a movie. I didn't believe him. The day ended with me going home alone. I walked all the way home, stopping only to buy a drink. I was very eager to begin making all the images for the competition. When I did get there, lo and behold...twenty-something students already in my house waiting for me. We watched Mean Girls (The one without all the sex scenes and more mature sexual innuendo) and Little Miss Sunshine (yet again). I still recall a conversation between Kevin and my mom when she arrived at about 8:30PM.

Mother: "Aba, ang dami nyo pala dito."
Kevin: "Tumakas lang po kami sa mga bahay namin."
Mother: "Para na palang orphanage ito."

It's too bad I wasn't able to prepare some food. If only there were pancakes *sigh*. Eventually, I did find some Graham Crackers, Skyflakes, and Princess bought a bag of chips for food. It felt a bit awkward hearing Dwayne's first line in a very loud volume. I was at least able to finish all my images for tomorrow while they watched. We finished watching at about 9:30PM. We cleaned up some of the mess and prepped for departure.

The Beginning
Since the back door was closed, we had to take the long way around. Some were going to stay with Ayra at my house to wait for her parents to come and fetch them (too bad, Pamela wasn't here, there might have been another car but I heard someone said her tasty-treats predicted heavy rain and she wasn't able to come). It was still raining so I brought two umbrellas. I lent one to someone and used other for myself. We set off with me leading them to the other exit. We shared what few umbrellas and I just had the misfortune of having "Portia" (the annoying asthmatic and whose name I've changed for privacy) as the person to be under an umbrella with. To speed things up a bit, I offered to carry her bag up the many slopes in my village (and I mean MANY). We took a short cut through a small forest. The fun begins...Portia, whom I expected to be the bravest among the girls given her scouting experience, was screechy about going through the "dark, scary, snake-infested forest." She had more or less a very firm grip (imagine an eagle's claw) on my arm as we descended the rocky slope (heck, I was sick and wearing nothing more than slippers, shorts, and a Garfield shirt). By the time we finally passed the guardhouse, most of us were panting. I was expecting everyone to ride the same jeepney for convenience and security. Everyone did...except for one. It had to be Portia. Her boyfriend had sent a message via cellphone that he was going to fetch her (this was baffling since he doesn't even know where the hell I live!). So despite my insistence that she just stay with the guards (well-armed, M-16 wielding guards), my mother's words of warning ("Siguraduhin mong makarating sa bahay ang mga yan. Ayokong makasuhan ng mga magulang nyan kapag may masamng nangyari") and honor demanded that I stay (actually, she just asked me to stay for the umbrella and security against *other* people). The long wait had begun.

Waiting by The Roadside...Waiting
As we waited at the roadside, boredom (oh how I hate that) began to set in. We first played I Spy With My Little Eye (for two measly rounds!) then moved on to simply counting how many jeepneys passed by before he arrived. She received more text messages from her parents before her cellphone's battery began to go low. As I grew more and MORE bored, I began wishing someone would come and attempt to rob us so I can do something to break the boredom and watch the would-be robber get gunned down by the guards (they were no more than 15 yards away). At about the 11th jeepney, she received a text message from her boyfriend asking her if she could move to Rizal Medical School. This was annoying but understandable. Fortunately for her, I knew where that place was but unfortunately for both of us, that place was close to the squatter zones. And so we walked about 1 kilometer over there.

Rizal Med
Thank God the rain stopped, my arm was growing weary for the umbrella tis so large and heavy. By the time we got there, I think the tally of jeepneys reached 15. We waited there for about 30 minutes (or 4 jeepneys). I tried persuading her to just take a ride home herself since waiting there was endangering her life (actually, I just REALLY wanted to go home. I was cold, sick, and wet). I nearly damn succeded but her boyfriend texted her again, asking if she could move to Talipapa, a market in Bagong Ilog. That was another kilometer to walk! With a sigh I escorted her yet again to the third rendezvous point. I don't mind walking (I didn't really coz I liked to walk) but going there would mean passing through one of the most dangerous areas where weren't any nearby houses or police nearby. Just lampposts and closed down shops. This was getting serious.

Slip not...not once but twice
As we walked, my training began to take over. I kept her half a meter ahead of me and I kept a firm grip on the only means of protection I had, an umbrella. Startled was I when she suddenly slipped (I thought someone had knocked her over and snatched something of value). Somehow I managed to catch her before she fell on the wet ground (awww...). Frustrated, she began to pout and in the process, slipped again (yay!). This time, I wasn't able to catch her. She grazed her hand and arm on the hard concrete, inflicting a deep gash. Bleeding and wet, she was now very frustrated. I helped her up and wiped some of the dirt of her back before continuing. I recommended alcohol yet she had none, only a handkerchief. As we reached Talipapa, still no sign of her boyfriend so she decided to finally get a jeepney. As fortune smiled then betrayed, fortune smiled again as her boyfriend found us (his arrival was as welcome as a Little Bird MEDEVAC chopper in the middle of Mogadishu). With quick words of farewell, I left the couple to face yet another problem – my angry parents.

One of the Best Lies Ever
As I walked once more all the way home (three friggin kilometers! sonofabitch!), I was thinking of a good enough lie to tell my parents as to why I'm so late in coming home as it was already 11:00PM. The guard greeted me with a salute and told me that my father had called several times already. When I finally got home, an extemporaneous speech and lie began. I started out with a "I did what I thought was right at the time." (complete with gestures, I rule!). Then moved on to "Portia had an asthma attack! I couldn't have just left her there on the street!" (hoping that they won't call her house and ask!). It worked quite well...quite well indeed. I will expound no more about my magnificent, wonderful lie. It is a treasured moment for me and today was a very *eventful* one.

A Paraphrased Quote

2007-09-15T08:40:00.000-07:00

"I used to not care. I just went along with life and hoped that everything would work out for me. But after all that's happened, you know what I've learned? It's not about hating somebody because someone told you to. I mean, you should hate someone because they're an asshole or a pervert or a snob, or they're lazy or arrogant or an idiot or a know-it-all. Those are reasons to dislike somebody. You don't hate a person because someone told you to; you have to despise people on a personal level, not because they're ____ or because they're ____, but because you know them and you see them every single day, and you can't stand them because they're a complete and total fucking douchebag."

I Don't Know Why...

2007-09-13T01:23:00.000-07:00

I don't know why, but everytime the subject is money, I suddenly feel...well, elated. Well, that's all for now. I'm off to read more of Michael Yon's work...

"Earning money is fun. Spending it is better."

Just Another Day In School

2007-09-12T21:48:00.000-07:00

Bleh...Never in my life did I expect to experience getting too much computer time. I mean, most of the time spent in the past few days is in front of a computer screen. You see, there's this inter-school competition for Microsoft Powerpoint and I somehow got chosen (The teachers must have been on crack to choose someone like me!!!) to compete. So now I'm being pulled out of classes and spending ages in the computer lab making numerous presentations (actually, I've only made 3). When I get home, I have to ask my classmates about what I've missed using Yahoo Messenger. Again, in front of a computer screen. Honestly, not even in summer vacation did I spend almost 15 hours a day in front of a computer screen.

Here's poem...I'll probably transfer it to my diary once I have some time away from the computer screen...

Oh blue flower, you're a wonderful sight

I'm tired of staring at computers bright

Of typing endlessly in a hurried pace

Against time I so endlessly race

Never did I expect that I would say

That I miss the hassle of school everyday

Of hectic schedules and sleeping in class

Of you blue flower, and the fresh green grass

My Bestfriend in a Land Far Far Away

2007-09-08T19:25:00.000-07:00

After all this time, I finally talked with two of my best friend. I guess there are just some people who've become too close to forget. Ciao for now...very busy today.

PS
and one friend finally made her Friendster Account...sana nman magshare sya ng pictures noh?

I Can Only Take So Much...No More

2007-09-03T04:07:00.000-07:00

"While broken bones and a crushed body is painful, it is nothing compared to a battered spirit and a sundered will."

I'll make this part quick. I failed. I failed in something that mattered to me so much. Now, I must recover my dignity and start anew, but in *another* field, anywhere but that one. *sigh* And now I plunge myself in the obscenely dull possibility of a future in economy.

Oh destiny, when will you extinguish the stinging brand of ill fortune on this poor soul? (I feel a bit poetic...hehehe) Man, I have such a headache. I'm fairly certain it isn't because of the whiskey I had in school or because I've been using the computer too much (trust me, if my head is aching because of the computer, you won't hear me complaining). There just isn't a single place for me to find privacy (where I am of course, "mercifully free from the opinions of..."). Not in school (duh!) and not even in my home. I have learned to cherish the few moments I have to retreat into the depths of my mind to think and ponder. *sigh* At least...bah! There is NO "at least", no bright side in any of this.

In other news, once more I am hearing these rumors that I have committed a crime against my fellow man. It's almost as if whenever there aren't any obvious suspects my name somehow, someway pops up to implicate me. Now, my supposed crime is dragging a naked man outside the room. Jesus...for all I know I was wolfing down my twentysomething peanut with another classmate. Why is it always the guy who just didn't give a damn always get the hit?

I guess the quote "Apathy is death." was right after all...

*sigh* I'm off to get a haircut...

A Great Week...er...Weekend

2007-08-29T08:06:00.000-07:00

Last week was definitely one of the best weekends ever. Not once did I find myself bored or idle. Here's a pretty accurate time line:

FRIDAY
Excellent day considering it was a school day since most of what I did was sleep and talk with my classmates. Naturally, when I got home I revved up the computer. I noticed I was alone for the night with my parents gone, sister overnight somewhere, and aunt in physical therapy. So I decided to spend 9:00PM onwards lying in bed singing along to "Good Time" by Leroy.

SATURDAY
Woke up early to fix things up for the planned "DVD Marathon" today. Things started late since most of the guys arrived late (9:00AM was WAAAYYY too early). We watched "Room 1409" with much screaming and pillow hugging. Lunch was basically composed of several assorted junk foods, rice, and a lot of corned beef. The next movie was, "The Simpsons Movie" and as expected, laughter from the "exaggerated assets" of a certain character. Last movie was "My Sassy Girl". The theme song, "Canon in C" is now stuck in my head and I have strong urge to play it on the piano. Now that movie certainly brought a strong sense of nostalgia. Afterwards, we took funny pictures involving us in totally unusual poses.

SUNDAY
Went with mom to grandmother's house to settle "civil disputes". She brought me along as "visual security" but I just practiced on the grand piano and slept on the couch the whole time I was over there. But the ABSOLUTE BEST PART OF THE WEEK would have to be when my family went to watch the "Bourne Ultimatum", a fitting end for an excellent trilogy.

MONDAY (MY SUNDAY NIGHT DREAM OF MONDAY)
I dreamt an entire day for 10 hours while I was asleep. I went to school as usual and even the usual morning routine was followed. What really bothered me was the occurrences of random events that somehow involved me. I think it was about lunch time when I did my HW on Soc Sci (I really haven't done it in RF). At dismissal...well, what happened then is a bit too "weird" even for my blog so I'll just put it on my diary instead.EVENTUALLY, I woke up.

PS
I lost my fifth diary...*sob* and for some reason Pam won't give my the pictures

Just a quick qoute...and then some more

2007-08-23T07:42:00.000-07:00

"The private depths of one's mind is where one is mercifully free from the opinions of imbeciles and fools."

That Sinking Feeling

2007-08-22T03:36:00.000-07:00

I feel sick...
VERY sick...

The events of today really shook me deep inside to the extent that I can relate it to "trauma". I never expected that I would react like this toward having a god-awfully difficult Physics Exam. I could still remember how my breathing went in short breathes as I tried to answer problems I could not answer with confidence and how my heart was at my throat I raced against time in a vain attempt to answer as much as I could.

You know, I can honestly say that a duel to the death would have been preferable to experiencing those things again. I'm not sure whether I feel like crying or vomiting...or perhaps both....

Too depressed to write anymore...

My Sad Story

2007-08-20T01:01:00.000-07:00

This is just TOO freaky. Even for me. It's just so amusing and at the same time frustrating.

Here's my story...

For the past two weeks, my group in Social Studies have been struggling to find time to practice the song we need to perform amidst the usual hassle that comes with the exams. We made several attempts to practice to no avail. We at least managed to make the lyrics. However, we were yet to master them.

Inevitably, the exams came. There was absolutely no time to practice. Then came the storms and heavy winds. This was at best, a mixed blessing and curse. Although the classes were suspended, the flooding and continuous rain fall damned any attempt to groupings. Fortune smiled again. At some point, classes were still suspended and the rain finally stopped. Again, our group took advantage of this and "attempted" to have a proper meeting. This part is when fortune betrays. Our group meeting was set for 1:00 PM Monday afternoon at my house. From the very beginning, the attempt was damned. Some of the group members were unable to arrive and those who did, were forced to endure unnecessary hardships just outside my house.

The two members who did manage to arrive as planned were the most unfortunate. They waited outside my house for hours, thinking I wasn't even there. In vain, they yelled and rang the doorbell again and again. Both our doorbells were broken and my sister, who was listening to her usual shitty music with a headset, could not hear my ringing phone (a few inches from her arm) nor the shouts from my classmates (who were 5 meters away).

It is not a far-fetched idea to speculate that while I was studying in my room, thinking where the hell they were, they were right outside my home thinking where the hell I was.

And thus ends the story on how our group got doomed...

Half-Time

2007-08-18T22:47:00.000-07:00

Much like a bear emerging from his winter hibernation, I am back and ready to start posting loads of information about useless things other people wouldn't know about (or wouldn't like to know about).

For the past week, there has been nothing but heavy rain and chilling cold. Thankfully, the internet connection in my computer was still available. What really made my day was the 5-day vacation I had in the middle of the 1st Quarter exams.

So here's a list of what I managed to do with my boredom in five days:

make poems
blog
ALMOST burn my house down with some friends
clean and sharpen my knife
lost my diary
found my diary
download "The Beatles" songs
read the whole Bourne Trilogy
watch Scrubs Season 2 (again)
watch 1st Season of Heroes and Eureka
think of five new sarcastic remarks
loads of other useless stuff

First Day of Exams, First Quarter, Third Year

2007-08-14T02:02:00.000-07:00

Today wasn't too bad. We had two exams this morning and the weren't too though (although the first exam had me a teensy bit worried...).The part I love about exams is getting more money than I need. I still get my daily allowance of P150 although I only stay in school until noon. Hopefully, I'll still have enough money for leisure for Friday or Saturday (it's a choice between going to the mall or a spa).

In other insignificant news, I forgot my diary today so you can imagine how frustrated I was about not being able to write down my thoughts. So instead of the usual sitting by the window (preferably, near the fan as well) I decided to socialize with some of my classmates.

It was fun.

Confused or Afraid?

2007-08-13T05:40:00.000-07:00

I always seem to feel confused and unmotivated recently. Like there's something I need to do but I just can't remember. Things are just so - fast and I'm not talking only about school life. Even the way I socialize has been rocked by the sudden wave of this bad "aura". Maybe it's just exam pressure or whatever....or perhaps it's fear? But Fear of what? The only thing that I'm afraid of is unpredictable experiences, responsibility and commitment (heck, I had to help a friend with a girl just to observe how falling in love can be rather than do it myself). Time...will tell...

You know, today was a Monday it didn't seem too bad. In fact, it was even better than most days. I mean, an important Research Project of our group got good marks, I passed a test in computer with acceptable grades (sadly, to my disdain, not the best) and others. Also, an old friend from Norway wrote back. The best thing that happened today was probably when I saved a puppy (yes a cute little dog from our village) from getting run over by a taxi!

Although, it's a bit sad to think my skills are so limited that I can only save puppies...in my dreams, they were often something else...someONE else...

I get it now...

2007-08-08T07:23:00.000-07:00

I think I finally understand why I seldom share intimate or close relationships with some people. For a long time I thought that the reason was the lack of common ground or interests. But at last I realize that it had to be something else, something deeper. I finally realized that just because some of the people around me are not "politically-conscious", didn't mean they'd wouldn't behave like it...and of course, anybody still in school, especially college or university students, are going to be those liberals, radicals, or etc.

*sigh* I think it's just basic instinct for a student to declare himself a "rebel" against ANY administration he or she is under. Hey, at least radical young adults are LOADS better than those who believe that "goth" or "emo" or any musically inclined lifestyle is acceptable in society.

But Code Pink must die... (totally unrelated)

I needed a laugh so...

2007-08-07T04:01:00.000-07:00

Two days of shit and I thought I needed something for amusement. So I found this sick (but VERY amusing) video...

Ah...sweet motivation

2007-08-06T07:04:00.000-07:00

I always expect the worst on monday...today exceeded my expectations

2007-08-06T06:58:00.000-07:00

I hate Mondays. My hatred for Mondays is similar to the way I hate "Code Pink" but the latter is much greater. My hatred for Mondays is almost the same as my hatred for outrageously priced computer software. Mondays to me are like weekly repetitions of "The Battle of Waterloo" or "The Battle of Stalingrad." Nothing else spoils the good mood produced by a well rested weekend than an ugly Monday.

I know Mondays are supposed to be bad but so far this is the worst. I can't recall any other Monday where I lost money, got bitten on the finger, screwed a quiz, and a tricycle running over my foot (and just recently, getting disconnected TWICE while typing this post).

I hope classes are postponed tomorrow. I am so not in the mood for an 8 hour session with absolute boredom (as if I'm ever). T_T

Just a thought...

2007-08-04T21:20:00.000-07:00

War is necessary.
War shall exist as long as there is peace.
In War, there will always be a victor.

CODE PINK MUST DIE

2007-08-04T20:26:00.000-07:00

I hate a lot of things. But I never imagined all those things packed into one tiny stupid organization. Here's a link to one of my favorite blogs showing the stupidtiy of these naive, shallow, overglorified mobs.

Code Pink Must Die

I'm actually considering making a Code Phink or Code Rhed organization focusing mainly on harassing these sons of bitches...

How To Hunt A Goth

2007-08-04T07:33:00.000-07:00

This is from "Uncle Drunk"'s post in Haunting Echoes...cheers to him...

This is the most extensive guide on how to bag yourself a goth. I mean who doesn't want to go out and prowl through cemeteries for the ultimate in pets? So remember if they bleed on you its a sign of want!

*Warning* This thing is quite long *Warning*

Why Goth Hunting?

The Goth Hunter behind the Grassy Knoll

* It deserves it, that devil-worshipping pansy.
* Because you can. (Ethical and moral considerations! I raise my middle finger at you!)
* If you treat it right, it may never want to leave ;-)
* Borrowing its stuff is cheaper than buying your own.
* It bit you in the neck.
* For sport, why else?
* Goths taste like chicken.
* Because of the lack of natural predators, the population must be culled periodically, or there will not be enough speed, and many will have to actually sleep- it's a humanitarian thing, really.

How To Bag Yourself a Goth

Caught in The Goth Trap

Trapping

* Step 1: Plant your area with large rose bushes. Make sure they produce black or red roses, and have long, sharp thorns. Let the bushes grow out of control, until your area looks overgrown and romantically neglected. This is the bait.
* Step 2: When your prey walks by the trap, he will feel an overwhelming desire to write poetry about it, or should he not be poetically inclined (gasp!), sit in the middle of it and contemplate death. He will approach the roses, leading you to...
* Step 3: The fishnet, lace, or other material worn by your prey will catch on the thorns, rendering him motionless. If you leave clove cigarettes within reach and pump Bauhaus into your area, you can keep your goth fresh until your semi-annual goth harvest.

Unaware of his fate, the Goth leaves the club with the hunter.

Hunting by Stealth

* Step 1: Dress in your best blaze black and carry a baseball bat. Drive to an area with a high gothic concentration and mingle with your possible prey. Find a member of whichever sex you may be attraced to. Lower its defenses with Jello shots or other mind-altering substances.
* Step 2: If you can lure it outside with offers of sex, do it. Otherwise, knock it unconscious. Tie its wrists and ankles with its own dog collar and bondage bracelets and sling it over the hood of your car. Tie down securely.
* Step 3: Go home, point to the thorny brambles in your yard and the bodies hanging from them, and say ominously, "That could have been you." This will convince your goth to stay.

Surprise Attack

* Step 1: Go to your local Goth club. Use any means necessary to get close to the DJ. Have someone create a diversion while you replace his CDs with Spice Girls, Hanson, N Sync, and the Backstreet Boys. Put in your earplugs and wait for the fun.
* Step 2: When he plays the switched CDs, everyone in the area will fall to the ground in pain. They will eventually become limp and comatose. Walk among them and choose your prey.
* Step 3: Put it in your car and revive it with Sisters of Mercy. The bubble-gum pop experience will have had the effect of a frontal lobotomy. Goths caught in this manner are extremely docile, with a tendancy towards drooling.

Checking your prey over

Congratulations! You've caught a goth! But how do you know it's really a goth? What if it's a Spooky Kid, Mansonite, or Quantum? Here's a handy test to see if that vision in black really is a goth. If your quarry meets these specifications, be happy (or forlorn, if you will), for you have caught yourself an authentic!

* It is sickened by the country-style decor in your kitchen.
* It points out the window at all the other goths caught in your rosebushes, and gives you a longwinded speech about how they are NOT goth.
* It is NOT goth.
* You may not be able to ascertain its gender from physical examination.
* It just won't shut up about all those 80s bands.
* Ankhs, ankhs everywhere.

If, however, your prey is more similar to these specs, put it back on your rosebushes to starve or be picked up by its mom.

* Wearing any Marilyn Manson clothing
* Ugly, ugly, UGLY makeup.
* Gives a long explanation of what Goth is, with contradictions all over the place.
* Is wearing blue jeans or khakis, or anything from the (shudder) Gap.
* Is a girl scout, salesman, or Jehovah's Witness. (Don't put the trap in the front yard, people!)

It's very pretty, but what do you DO with it?

* The obvious- sex slave.
* Glue a lantern to its hand and make it a darker sort of lawn jockey.
* Diminutive Perky Goths make excellent garden gnomes.
* Goths with big hair can be used to dust those high, hard to reach corners.
* Film your own sequel to Edward Scissorhands.
* Pretend it's your offspring, you get to be on talk shows!
* It'll make a good test subject, as long as you are willing to inject him with drugs.
* It'll introduce you to all the best people.
* Improve your trap- put it in the yard with a sign that says "Goth Babe/Boi of the Week" over it.
* Send it out to buy you that bondage gear you've always been afraid to shop for.
* It'll make you feel reassuringly normal.

If pride comes before fall, then stupidity comes before death

2007-08-04T07:29:00.000-07:00

Link

It's not an official report, but I trust that this news is real.
Just go google it and confirm it.

I laughed.
So hard,
So very hard.

Should the blade be over or under your fist?

2007-08-04T06:04:00.000-07:00

Up to now, my mind continuous to amaze me. It seems like that it suddenly thinks of outrageous yet interesting dilemmas that distract me. At the moment, my dilemma is whether I should hold a knife with the blade facing above my fist or below my fist.

Good grief, whatever next?

My Thoughts as a Student

2007-07-22T01:52:00.000-07:00

THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS IN SCHOOL WHEN IT COMES TO HOW I SEE TEACHERS
First, the teacher has all the authority and power, while the student has none, so the teacher has the power to make the student's life miserable, while the student has no power to protect himself. So it doesn't take much intelligence for the student to just keep his mouth shut and avoid calling attention to himself. What could be a more obvious decision to make when confronted with such a lopsided distribution of power?

Secondly, a student may sometimes listen to a teacher, not to find out useful information, but to attempt to catch the teacher in a logical fallacy. This is such a pointless, stupid way of listening hat it is clear going to waste months of precious time until the inevitable realization that the only transaction that matters is a transfer of useful information from adults who possess it to children who do not.

Catching mistakes is not a criminal misuse of time. Pointing out the mistakes however, is. Catching them - noticing them - that was essential. If the student was not in his own mind distinguish between useful and erroneous information then he is not learning at all, he would merely be replacing ignorance with false belief, which was no improvement.

One thing I also thought about is the uselessness of speaking up. If I know the teacher is wrong, and say nothing, then I remain the only one who knows, and that gives me an advantage over those who believe the wrong information.

in my life...

2007-07-21T08:38:00.000-07:00

Let's just say that his was a weak moment for me...ok?

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one that compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I'll always love you more

Dealing With Stress and Annoying Things

2007-07-18T06:53:00.000-07:00

When I am dealing with stress or confronted with a difficult problem or cornered by a really annoying person with no means to fight back, I like to...

- imagine the problem dying a painful death
- imagine the problem going up in a burst of flames
- strangling the problem until it's solved
- scratching my head
- pretending to assemble/disassemble a M1911 or an M16
- popping some pills
- popping some bubble wrap
- daydreaming