DIY: Peace

10/23/11
1:29 pm

I'm back after so long. These past weeks, I've just been too lazy to write about anything, but right now, I'm writing. You'll probably be disappointed though, because the topic for today won't be anything to your liking -- maybe.

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If you've been following this blog, then you'll know that I talk about society. I talk about people. I talk about their attitudes, their ways of thinking, and then I share mine. I talk about how I see the world.
And this world isn't so great. Famine, war, murder, rape, child molestation, robbery, poverty, corruption, persecution of the innocent and the liberation of criminals. But these topics are too big, and I'm in no position to talk about them. I'm no politician. I'm not criminal, and I'm not in any court case. I haven't been raped or molested. I'm not a farmer dealing with famine, and I'm not a law enforcer that has to deal with crime.
What I am is a person that knows nothing, and I'm surrounded by people who think they know everything. By "knowing nothing", I mean that I claim no authoritative truth to any of the things I say. I only say what I think, and I know that I may or not be wrong. And what I think is that the human race is sinking slowly into its demise.

Why do I say so? It's because of hate. People hate each other, so they cloud their rationality. They waste their time thinking of the people they hate, so they are unable to do anything with actual importance. (They also deny themselves entry into paradise.)

I don't usually do this, but this blog post is to help people. You see, I truly believe that the world would be so much better if people did not hate each other. There would be peace, unity and love, obviously.

To the people who hate:
What are your hobbies? Do you like sports? Do you like video games? Do you like reading books or do you like to write or draw? Do you like to study? Do you like making music, or playing an instrument? Surely whoever you may be, you'd have at least one hobby. Now, surely you'd like doing your hobbies, so what the fuck are you doing? Why are you wasting your time thinking so much about somebody you hate, when you hate them? If you really despise the bastard, then get him or her out of your puny-sized mind. So why is your mind puny-sized? Well, because all it has in it is hate, and nothing else. No rationality, no peace, and no broad thinking. You could be doing so much more with your time. You could be at peace with yourself and with the people around you, and yet you decide to hate.
Why do you hate?

• Let's say you're reading your favorite book, and somebody accidentally or intentionally slaps the book out of your hand, or maybe closes the book, therefore making you lose the page you were reading. What do you do? You hate? Wrong answer. You pick up your book and resume reading. Whether it was done intentionally or not, it won't matter because it was already done. You could ask for an apology. You could punch that fucker in the face, but none of those things are going to change the fact that your reading was put to a short halt. You could always resume reading and keep that short halt short, but instead you would probably prolong the break, therefore stop reading completely. Forget it. Just forget it happened and stay in your peaceful mood.
• Let's say the prey of your petty emotion is a celebrity, or a famous figure. Let's say the person is someone you don't know personally, but someone who has done a public crime, or just anything at all that displeases you. Well, guess what? Your hate isn't going to change a thing. It's just going to keep you pissed, and being pissed is not a pleasant feeling. Just drop it.
  
• You're jealous of someone. Someone gets so much attention, and you're jealous of the person. You hate the person, and call them names, and give them dirty looks, and pretty much anything else you could think of. Or maybe, someone gets no attention at all, and you're jealous of that because you want zero people knowing your name, or looking at you, so you hate that unknown shadow of a person. Well then, go see the post Green Eggs in Your Pants. It will be more fitting for your situation.
• (Just a quick note: If you're Christian or Catholic, or whatever, just remember that you're going to your hell. Kiss your ass goodbye, because that shit is going to be burning for eternity. Don't be a hypocrite.)

For the people who are hated:

• Don't retaliate. Don't let it get into your system. Don't let them bring you down, because they're stupid, low-IQ, irrational, worthless lowlifes. If they hate you because you're different, then be glad that you're not as dumb as them. Don't be surprised when people hate you, because that's just how life is: either hate or be hated or hate and be hated. Don't despise the people who hate you, because you'll just stoop down to their level. Just remember that if someone loathes you, then you're doing something right. Hate is for the week and for the people with nothing better to do. You just live your life, and don't let anybody stop you from doing what you love and from doing what you want. Hate is a mere emotion, and emotions can't change the world.
• (Remember, if someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. I've got to say that the bible is oftentimes total baloney, but it makes some really wise points.)

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So that'd be all for today.
I know what it's like to be hated. Trust me on that one.
I also know what it's like to hate so much.
With this post, I'm not trying to change the world.
I believe that humankind is beyond repair.
Even if the people who read this were to get
inspired to stop the cycle of hate, it would still
continue amongst those people far away, or within
the people who just couldn't stop loathing.
I'm not trying to change the world.
I'm just sharing my opinions.

Heresy

10/06/2011
7:07 pm

Good evening, everybody. I'm back after quite a long break. I was never planning on writing again any time soon, but earlier this afternoon, motivation and a brilliant topic hit me, and it came in the form of a girl. A nice girl, she was, and I hope she's reading this right now, because she was the apple that fell on Newton' head. (figuratively, obviously)

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My country, the Philippines, has some very religious people, mostly Catholic and Christian. Surprisingly, a few months back, there was this very controversial event concerning art and blasphemy. What happened was there was this art exhibit that featured a painting, or a picture maybe, of Jesus Christ, and glued to his face was a wooden penis. Shocking, right? When I first saw it, I was blown away with mixed emotions. First, I was filled with disgust, because it was vulgar and disrespectful, but the negativity didn't last long. I felt a great respect for the artist, because knowing how religious Filipino people are, that piece of art alone proved that the guy had balls. He has his opinions, his own beliefs, and he wasn't afraid to show them.

So if you're already thinking, "Oh boy, he's going to attack religion and god again," then you're partly right. You see, I don't attack religion or god. I don't intend to cause any insult or disrespect, my only wish is to share my opinion. When people pray to God, the Christian God, I don't take any insult, and I don't say that they're attacking my belief. If a Muslim were to pray right beside a Catholic, would the Muslim be intending to diss the other? Surely not. Would the Catholic take offense? Maybe.
My point in all this is that how come believers preach their opinions (which they see as facts) so loudly and obnoxiously, but the moment a contradicting opinion goes their way, they take insult? They label you as a blasphemer and they condemn you.

Back to the original topic though, which is blasphemy. I'll split my explanation into two parts, a religious point-of-view and an atheistic point-of-view.

Atheistic
This is going to be brief. If you're a religious person, I think that you'd want to skip this part, but don't worry, I'm not going to be saying stuff like, "Eh, I think the penis is a nice touch".
Sure it was disrespectful and kind of an asshole thing to do, really, but if I were to paint a picture of Santa Claus with a g-string on his head, would it be such an immoral thing to do too? If I were to paint a picture of the Easter Bunny giving birth to a dragon, then would that be blasphemy too? This is pretty much saying that since I don't believe in a god, then blasphemy is just really pointless and means nothing at all.

Religious
Now, this is for the theists. You see, I'd been a Roman Catholic and a Born Again Christian, so I know what it feels like to believe in a god. It's self-centered, hypocritical, arrogant and most of all, self-righteous. You might think, "No! It's not having a god that you just described." Well then, let me explain myself from my own understanding of my experiences.

I've never seen God. I've never heard His voice. I've never felt God, and I've never tasted God. I also have never smelled God, unless He smells like a certain kind of perfume, then maybe I have. (No, that's a joke) So none of my senses have ever sensed God, or His presence, so why did I ever believe that there was one? I was raised Christian and went to a Catholic school for 8 years, so my mind was molded unconsciously by the idea of the existence of a god, -- until I grew the balls to question myself. And yes, I questioned myself, my own beliefs. I never questioned God because He was just always in my mind. God was my conscience, my morals, and my beliefs. God's word was my interpretation of the bible, and God's will was whatever I thought needed to happen. Why do you think different people have different preachings on the Word of God? Why do you think Christianity branches out into so many religions, if we're all just really worshiping the same God?
The bible means what people think it means, and each one understands it differently, unless of course if you base your faith on the things you hear, and not the things you read, which is mostly the case with most of the believers I know. Why do you think that there are still conflicts amongst religious people of the same religions? Who will you be to say who's right and who's wrong, if their basis is the will of an invisible being who nobody can ever really have a proper conversation with?
Self-righteous because you think you humbly worship a great divine being when you're really just worshiping yourself. If you don't believe me, then tell me, why do you praise God for so many things, and why do you acknowledge His will, when His reasons are supposedly not understandable by the human mind? How can you say that whatever is happening right now is God's will, when his divine plan is supposed to be too great for you to understand? Well, it's simply because it what you think His plan is. In other words, it's just what you think. If you still don't believe me, then I'm surprised you're still reading this.

So where am I getting with this? Well, it's just my explanation for my opinion that all your gods are your own minds, your own personal gods. So how does this relate with blasphemy, with the blasphemous work of art?
If there was a god, I think he'd much more appreciate the use of our logic, our intellect and rationality, our talents in arts and the blooming of the creativity of our minds, than the mindless worship and keeping sacred of his name. I don't think that a divine being would care so much about his name that he would hinder the use of the complete potential of our minds and talents just so he would have a clean reputation. That's the attitude of a conscious teenage girl, and I don't think that a divine god would be a conscious teenage girl, unless of course if you're a conscious teenage girl yourself.

So about the shutting down of the art gallery and the supposed vandalism attacks on the artworks, let me ask you something: Why are you speaking for what you think displeases your god? If he really hated it, wouldn't he, being all-powerful, just tell the artists himself? He could, couldn't he? If everything that happens on earth is his will, then why did these paintings come to existence? And if you say that not everything that happens is according to his will, then what kind of all-powerful being couldn't control everything that happens in his little planet? If you say that he just wouldn't, then what kind of a good god would just let his children die and suffer and kill each other off and get raped and molested? If you hate this post, then there's nothing I can do for you.

And besides, who knows if Mideo Cruz really did have any intention of offending Christianity? Who knows what kind of significant meaning that wooden organ could've been symbolizing. You see, here's the thing with believing in a god: (from what I know) it makes you think that you have the answers to the questions, when you really have no clue. It makes the most arrogant people believe that they're being humble, as long as they give credit to god, which is just giving glory to themselves and their unquestionable opinions. You don't know what he really intended to show.

That's the beauty of art. Only the artist will surely knows what it truly means.

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Good night, everybody.
If you got offended by this post, then you
probably shouldn't have read it.
And don't ever forget that my statements here
are my own honest opinions.
I don't claim them as facts,
unlike what other people do.
I don't say that I know the laws of the universe;
I say that I know what I believe in.

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Edit as of 10/08/11:
After reading much more about the topic, I found out that Mideo Cruz created the work, "Poleteismo" which is not just a single painting, but three walls entirely covered with images and papers, and much more. There were pictures of Jesus Christ and Mary alongside condoms; he put up some designs commonly found in some churches; and he hung crucifixes and rosaries to wooden phalluses, and trust me, there were so much more.
I know it's even more shocking to know that there are more, but before all of you go start judging and condemning the artist, let me post to you here his explanation:

"I wanted to provoke people into thinking. I titled my work ‘Poleteismo’ which loosely translates into ‘many beliefs’ or ‘many deities.’ Throughout history, humanity has grown to create new gods and these are not always religious figures but concepts and objects. Some have taken to worshiping money; some see politicians as godsend. People create idols and these idols whether or not they’re deserving of idolatry or worship affect our lives and how we function and see the world."

Now, if you ask me, this man is a genius. That explains the pictures of politicians, the phalluses, the condoms and the piggy banks. So right now, try to think if he's really such a bad guy, when he was never trying to offend Christianity (as he says). He has a point, an idea, a thought, a brilliant observation, and through art is how he shows it.

My Sweet Little Rib

9/28/11
7:06 pm

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I'm back, and this time not after a really long break. For some strange reason, I just really feel like writing these past days, so here I am -- rock you like a hurricane.

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At the mention of tonight's topic, you'll all probably think that I'm being so touchy and sensitive about such little things. You guys might also call me a flaming homosexual, while the girls would probably praise me, call me sweet -- or they could also maybe call me a flaming homosexual. So what is tonight's topic? Go ask yourself right now what a guy would tell his guy friend, who punches soft.

Yes, tonight's topic is sexism, sexual discrimination, namely against women, so that means that this is going to be a feminist post.
You'll probably find it weird that a guy, a completely heterosexual guy, would bother to write about sexism against women. I mean, why would a guy even notice this shit? Well, let me tell you what I think:
Everyone should notice all this gender discrimination around them, no matter how minor or how major the case would be. Why? Well, it may not be a big deal, but it's the hypocrisy, the arrogance and the delusion! The hypocrisy of the people going on and on about being all made equally, yet looking down on women as if they're weak and unimportant, saying that all they're good for are house chores. The arrogance of the men who demean women, thinking they're so much better than the latter, and the delusion of all of you, saying that you see everyone equally, when sexism is so evident everywhere.

I remember this one time I was in class, and I taped this visual aid to the blackboard for my teacher, considering that I'm a tall guy. It was windy that day, and the wind blew the manila paper off the board, so I went back in front to put it back up, and the teacher, seeing the visual aid on the floor, complained to me, saying that I was doing "a girl's job". She didn't mean that putting up a big piece of paper was a job for a girl to do, but she was saying that I was doing it as badly as a girl, and in my mind, I was thinking, "What the fuck does being a girl have anything to do with not putting up a visual aid right?"
Weird was that when our teacher said that, my classmates were laughing, especially the girls too. I seemed to be the only one who was affected by her words, and it was strange because I'm not even a girl.

You're a guy and you punch somebody, and they'll tell you that you punch like a girl. Now, how come it's a common mind state that people believe that women are automatically physically weaker than men? I know girls that could surely kick my ass to hell and back!
The same things applies to being fearful of shit, not literal shit though. Let's say a guy walks in a garden, let's say this guy is me, because this guy really is me, and he doesn't touch anything because he hates insects. People would call him a girl. Why? Because people are stupid, and they're oblivious to the fact that the girls are just frolicking on the dirt, touching all the disgusting creatures their eyes could catch sight of.

Now, here's something people don't really see: the belittling of women in the Christian bible. I mean, the wives must always succumb to their husbands. Eve was created to be some kind of helper to Adam, as stated in Genesis 2: 18, "I will make him an help meet for him". If I were a woman, I probably never would've lasted long in Christianity. To think that the bible states that all people were made equally too, but that's just how I understand it.
Now, I don't know about the other religions, but I think in Islam, women are seen as of lesser importance and significance than the men, but I can not confirm these things. Never in my life was I a Muslim.

So main lesson, stop sexism. Just last Sunday, at church, the pastor was a very sexist person, and people look for him for the "Word of God", so no wonder people are sexist.
But why don't we just pass on positive sexism. That's sounds like a good idea, right? Well, not really, because saying that one gender is good at a certain task is like saying that the other gender is not, so that's still negative to at least one, so I guess all we could do is just stop talking -- but we all know that we can't keep our mouths shut.

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Now, that's all for tonight.
Never again will I talk about this topic, sexism.
Maybe tomorrow night I could talk about racism next.
Good night, internet.

Devolution

9/26/11
8:32 pm

So I probably don't have school tomorrow, which would normally be such fantastic news, but not this time, because shit is getting nearer. Anyways, it's cold, which is very lovely, but quite melancholy in feeling, although I'm totally fine with that, and I actually feel inspired to write. Finally, after all this time, I am back.

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Tonight's topic has already been discussed before, but I feel that it was too messy, unorganized, and angsty, and so I decided to talk about it again, but maybe with more depth, more detail. Think of it as Jesus coming back, but this time he talks about stuff he forgot to mention the first before, or maybe while he was up in heaven, he realized he missed a point, so he's here to revise, to make things clearer, but I'm not Jesus. I don't work miracles, and I'm not my own son... nor am I my own father.

Don't worry, my religious friends, -- or readers, rather, because I don't think you people like me personally, -- there will be no mention of religion tonight... or at least not much mention of it. If you've been reading my blog for some time now, you should know very well that I'm like, obsessed with religion.

So let's do something fun for a change. I'll make a short poem here, and from that poem you try to guess what the topic for tonight will be. I'm not going to tell you not to cheat though, because regardless of whether or not I'd want you to cheat, you probably still would or would not. It's like being asked a true-or-false-question that you do not know the answer to. I mean, wanting to get it right is not going affect your chances of getting right, but anyways, here's the poem:

Your hands on your ears
Anger is squeezing too tight
A horse, your pride is your rider
Blinders hindering your sight

Your head hits the clouds
Your hair tickles your father's feet
He slaps you back down to earth
With the rolls of cash he got from the church

Hate breeds hate
From the little beatings each day
And when he comes of age
Resurrect all this rage

So I'm wondering now... what the hell is my topic for tonight? I mean, I know what I want to talk about, but there's kind of more than one, and I'm trying to find a word that both topics could be grouped under. Maybe I could just put it as simply as this: my topic for tonight is age, but not limited to just age. I want to talk about respect, ego, and closed-mindedness, but I guess that could all be grouped under the topic, age. Just like my older post, The Arrogance in Age, I will be talking about aged people.


So first off the list would be:
Respect

What is respect?
I am very infamous for being a disrespectful kid, and I understand completely why people would think of me that way, but what they don't understand is that I'm not doing this shit on purpose. It's not as if I like coming off as an asshole, but that's just how I am. You see, what people want is absolute, unconditional, unquestionable respect for both the elders and the authorities, while what I want is equality.
Why is it that a kid shouldn't answer back to his parents when he has an opinion? This little bitch needs to be heard out, because he has a right to his own opinion, and his parents would be anuses of the highest caliber to not let him speak it out. Why is it that a student can't speak against the teachings of his teachers? Is it so that a student will always be wrong in front of a teacher? Is it so that a child will always be wrong in front of a parent, an aunt or uncle, and anyone at all who is older? If you say yes, then please jump off a bridge. Do the world a favor and jump off a bridge.

Now you'll probably tell me that of course anyone can speak his own mind again a parent, a teacher, an elder or someone of a higher authority, but they'll need to do it in a respectful manner. Well, tell me, what is a respectful manner? In a soft tone? What if your voice is unintentionally and unconsciously loud and you always sound as if though you're mad? But okay, let's say I tell a teacher that she's wrong while I smile and talk in a polite manner, shit still isn't going to change. She'll still label me disrespectful, and don't say that she wouldn't because this shit has been going on for about 3 years now!

So what do I consider as respect? It's simple. Honest intentions that don't wish to offend. So if we're in an argument, and I call you a piece of shit, I still respect you. If I didn't respect you, then I wouldn't even be in an argument with you, because I find it hopeless and pointless to reason with fools, and I respect everyone, who I find wise, or at least just not stupid. I don't think using words such as "po", "opo", "ate", or "kuya" will automatically make you a respectful person. Those are words and words are light. I could tell a teacher, "Ang gwapo mo po ngayon," then flip him off the moment he looks away, and I consider that disrespectful.

I don't crave respect. I don't need respect. I'm not obliged to respect anyone, and nobody is obliged to respect me as well, although I respect quite a lot of people. It's not really respect I want, it's equality. If we're obliged to respect elders and authorities, why not just respect everyone? And if you don't respect everyone, then why not just respect no one?

On to the next topic,
Closed-mindedness

I don't really know if closed-mindedness is the right word to use, but I'm going to use it anyways. So what exactly do I mean by closed-mindedness? Well, I simply mean the opposite of being open-minded.
If you're closed-minded, then you accept no other view besides your own. You are stubborn, not noble, just plain stubborn.

Most adults are closed-minded, and it's surely the age getting to them, but here's some news flash, people, just because you've been alive for more years doesn't mean that you're wiser. Of course not! Times change. What could've been right or acceptable then, could be outrageously frowned upon now. It's not just in wisdom too, but also in intellect. Let's say you slack off in school, so you barely learn any of the formulas in Physics, then you grow up and have a son, who loves studying Physics. Do you think you'll know more than him just because you're older?

You see, here's the thing that's going on, which is why adults always seem to be so closed-minded. An adult would crave so much respect, absolute and unquestionable respect, and together with his close-mindedness, he would always be obeyed in the family. His wrongs would turn right, all because he's head of the house. He is irrational, selfish and self-righteous, and everything would go by his word, so his children, with their minds and opinions being oppressed, will wait for the day that they would be the ones in power. They'll hold in their thoughts and feelings until they could be the ones in control, but as time passes by, these vibes they keep inside them rot and turn bitter. So then that kid grow up to be just like his narrow-minded parent, and the cycle continues. You step on your kids' balls, then that kid's mind grows inside as he ages and with all that oppression he steps on his kid's balls in turn to feel the power and freedom they never felt.

Last topic,
Ego

The main reason for the lust for respect and for the closed-mindedness: ego. I guess that the case is for most people that they think they're so much better than everyone below them, either by age or by authority, which is why they are able to crave respect and feel that they need not give respect in return, and that they are able to remain so closed-minded.

So all we need really is a little humility. There will be times that you will be wrong, and there will be times that you would be right, so you should know how to act accordingly. A wrong, no matter how much bullshit can be made out of it, will always be a wrong. Be humble and accept that there are things you don't know (like maybe how the universe and human beings came to be and what happens when we die) and accept that you will make mistakes. Admit that there are people who are wiser than you, regardless of their age or position of authority.

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So that's it for tonight.
Good night, people.

Romeo and Juliet are Together in Eternity

9/13/2011
9:27 pm

Evening, chaps. It has been a very very long time since I last posted. I apologize for that, and I thank you all for still staying tuned to this blog. As for the people who are reading from this blog for the very first time, well, there is very little you need to know. Actually, there is just one thing that you need to know about this blog, and that is that it consists of my opinions, so if you don't like it, turn off your computer and throw it out the window.

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Tonight's topic is a beautiful topic. No, it's not about beauty -- actually, it is in a way. It's beauty and peace, or at least I think it's beautiful and peaceful. What am I talking about? Well, it starts with the letter, D. No, it's not dick. It's not defecation either. It's not dragons, or dancing, or drugs, or Dubstep... Oh wait.
Anyways, it's dying. It's death.

So you're probably thinking, "Death?! What a morbid son of a bitch this guy is!" Well, sure, I may seem morbid to you, but I'm not one of the people complaining about how people should just die already, am I? I never wish for the death of people (namely Justin Bieber and Rebecca Black).

I think that death is a beautiful thing, and I know that I'm not the only person who thinks this. I mean, I think that nobody should be afraid of dying.
If you believe in Christianity or Islam or whatever religion that has an afterlife, then you should be eager to die, right? You'll be with your god, right? Unless your religion labels you as an asshole, then I guess you're going to your hell, right? So you would probably want more time on this earth to make up for your shit so you get to the pearly gates, but I don't think that that is a very good reason to do your "good deeds". Doing things just so you won't burn in hell, but then what would I know? I'm just a potato.

Death is a mysterious thing, isn't it? I mean, when you die, you just disappear. Your body just stops moving and your heart stops beating. You stop breathing and your consciousness just disappears.
Is death planned out, though? Is it fate? Was it a soldier's destiny to have died in a war? Was it a hanged person's destiny to have killed himself? Are all our deaths planned out from the days we are born? That's what other people believe, right? Wouldn't that be shitty, to have your death planned out against your will? I mean, that would suck!
I don't believe that death is fate, though. I mean, we are all destined to die, but I don't believe that when and where and how we die are things that are decided by fate. No way. I mean, I've had a near-death experience once, and I don't even know how I survived that. Did I cheat death, or was I destined to experience that but then keep living? Or maybe there's nothing mystical about it all, and what happened just happened. That's what I believe.

Deaths are sad, of course, because it's painful to lose someone. I wouldn't really know from experience though, because I've only witnessed one relative die, and, well, I can't really say I was devastated. I'm not sadistic or anything, but I just didn't feel it. You can judge me if you want, but keep in mind that God tells you not to be judgmental, because no human being has the right to judge another. If you believe that, and yet you still call me, oh I don't know, ("maangas"), then just know that there's a thing they call people like you, a hypocrite.

But I digress. So there's this thing people call, the afterlife, right? It's life after death. You can go to heaven or hell, and in Catholicism, purgatory. It's kind of a funny thing though that a lot of religions acknowledge the existence of the afterlife, right? Doesn't it make you think that maybe people get into these religions just to secure themselves of their fear of death? They don't know what's going to happen, so instead of wondering, they just take whatever explanation they get, no matter how ridiculous, but of course, it may not seem crazy to you. These are just my opinions.
There's something I wonder about, though. In Christianity, whether Catholic or whatever else you classify it into, why is there a hell? I mean, heaven is ruled by God, the all-good and all-powerful, while hell is ruled by Satan, the evil bastard. Why doesn't God just completely obliterate hell then? I mean, He can, can't He? And if He can't, then how is He all-powerful? Is it to keep the balance, to divide the evil and the good? If that's the case, then doesn't He love the evil souls? If so, then why roast them for eternity?
Here's what I think: maybe God and Satan work like a dynamic duo. You can't have good without the evil, and you can't have evil without the good. If there was no hell in the Christian belief system, then I don't think people would even follow God. If there were no consequences, then why work so hard to please Him, right?
But again I say, this is just my thinking. You don't have to agree, but you also don't have to hate me for it, although you can. Just know that if you do, then you're again disobeying your religion's teaching, (supposedly you're Christian or Catholic) that tells you to love your neighbor as you love yourself.
I'm a troll, yes.

People ask me whether or not I'm afraid to go to hell. Well, to be honest, I kind of am. I mean, just imagine being on fire and being raped by a bunch of ugly demons for eternity. That's not something I'd like to spend forever doing. But what is it that fuels me to doubt heaven and hell? Rationality. I mean, if you think about it, do you really think that having a place filled with fire and demons and souls is possible? Same thing applies for heaven. Where are these places? How come we can't reach them? Is it because we're still physical bodies?
So what do I believe happens after death? Well, you know that time before you were born? Those countless years that took place before you were brought into this world? Of course you wouldn't remember. You weren't around. That's exactly what I think happens after you die.

But like I've said, that's just what I believe. You have your own beliefs, and I respect that. Sadly, you people (well, most of you people) don't respect mine. Tsk tsk.

So is there an afterlife, or do we just get erased from eternity as if we were never born? There's only one way to find out, and that way is dying.

I still haven't said why I think death is beautiful and peaceful though, so here it goes: Well, I think this world is cruel and unfair. Sure, the earth is beautiful, but it is plagued by a disease called, man. (Unoriginal quote. I forgot the source.) When we leave this earth, we leave behind the rape, the murder, the hate and the discrimination. Isn't that beautiful? And I think that death is eternal sleep, and sleep is peaceful, so wouldn't death be extremely peaceful?

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That is all for tonight.
It's so late. Ugh.
P.s. I don't find killing beautiful, unless of course
you do it for a good reason.
I believe that the end justifies the means.
But murdering the innocent,
aw hell no!
Good night.

Green Eggs in Your Pants

9/4/11
9:25 pm

I am back after another break. Not so inspired at all, instead feeling pretty melancholy. Although I'd rather die right now and wake up when the world gets better than write, I'm going to write. Why? Obviously because my first option would be impossible because the world isn't going to get better. Might as well die now, but maybe some other time. Right now, I shall write while munching on Reese's cups. Yes, product placement on my blog. Suck my chocolate peanut butter treats, bitches.

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A couple of days ago, someone told me a little something about the people in my school. He said two things. The first, unimportant, but the second did catch my attention. He said that the students in the higher batches thought of me as... hmm... how do I put this? Arrogant, maybe? Well, I was described in a Filipino word, but this isn't a Filipino blog. But just to make things clear, I'll put the word anyways. He said that the guys from the higher batches think of me as "maangas". I tried google translate, and it translated to 'arrogant', but it didn't really seem right.

I'm not saying though that I believe in what he said. I'm not saying that these guys really do say these things, although it's very likely. Despite the probability though, I do not consider it a fact, only a statement. So why talk about it tonight? Simple. I've already experienced being talked by other people in an ill manner, the people who don't even know me personally.

This guy who told me about it a couple of days ago... let's call him, Dick, for no apparent reason at all. Anyways, Dick told me that they probably hated me because they were jealous of me. Strange, right? What would anyone ever be jealous of me for? Is it my height? I can only imagine it to be my height. I mean, I'm a fucking light post. He did mention that it was probably because of the first thing he said. Remember, he told me two things. I brushed it off, though. I mean, it was just pretty hard to believe.

Before, though, I was hated. Guys hated or maybe just disliked me because of jealousy. They weren't jealous though because of anything about me. I'm not pretty, I'm not cool, I wasn't popular, and I'm not talented. They weren't jealous of something I was. They were jealous of someone I had. Someone I still have. Bitches be hatin' coz I got my princess. It's pathetic, really. To hate someone because of something you're not or something or someone you don't have.

I'm not a jealous person. I find it hard to be jealous of anybody, not because I think of everyone as inferior to myself, but because I just really am not into that much material belongings, and right now, it's material belongings that breed jealousy mostly. But okay, let's say it's nothing material.
Let's say it's appearances. Let's say a certain group of people hate a certain someone because that certain someone is found attractive and good-looking by another group of people. Is that any reason to hate? Is that any reason to be envious? Surely, it's not. I mean, why do most guys hate Justin Bieber? It's not because he makes shitty music, and it's not because of his premature voice. It's because the bitches fall for him. I mean, in my opinion Rihanna makes shitty music (the shittiest probably) but she doesn't have a huge mob of female haters. Why? Because she doesn't have a huge fanbase of infatuated men.

Let's say you hate someone you're in a love triangle with. And yes, I know what a love triangle is. I've grown up with mushy girls, girl magazines, soap operas and TV shows with female leads that care for nothing but boys, so I know what a love triangle is. But then, who the flip doesn't know what that is? Back to the point though:
Let's say you hate someone who is loved by someone you love. Then let me tell you what, you are wasting your time. Let's say this guy, Alice, is in a relationship with this girl, Bob, (ironic, I know) and you, a guy named, Mohammed, are in love with Bob. You would hate Alice. You would try and sweet talk Bob because you are a pathetic lowlife. Well then, why not just take a step back and go fuck yourself?
I've said this so many times before and I'll say this again: KEEP YOUR NOSES OUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S ASSES.

And let's say you're jealous of a material belonging someone may have, or just simply something you don't have. Then, well, I can't help you. Go to Facebook and complain about it.

Don't hate people who don't bother you. And if they do bother you, don't let them get to you. Hate is a curse, a disease that makes you see the whole world as a sick plague. Trust me, I know this shit. Let me tell you now that if you waste your time hating someone who doesn't even know you, who doesn't even care for you, then you're wasting your time. Why not take a chill pill and go make yourself a glass of Kool-Aid?
If someone doesn't bother you, then don't care for them, you pathetic worms. But then you could always hate me. I'm fine with people hating me and cursing me and despising me and loathing me. Hate me or love me, I'm still that big of a deal to you for you to waste your time thinking about me... and my nunchucks skills. But once you start getting into my business, then shit gets gets real.

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That's it. It's late. I could've slept early tonight,
but I didn't.
Adieu.

Thank You

8/31/11
6:46 pm

I'm quite disappointed today. Earlier, I was looking for drop crotch jeans in the mall. I saw one pair though, very nice, but very expensive. I mean, way too expensive. It was just irrationally expensive. Then I found another pair, although I didn't like it as much as the first. Sigh. Oh well. That's my everyday life. Disappointment.

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I've been gone for a really long time, I know. I just feel as if I've already used up all the topics worth talking about -- well, okay, that's not true. It's just that nothing has been happening so far that gets me worked up. But maybe I'll talk about something I've always wanted to let all of you know. It's about all of you, readers.

Your hearts are probably beating fast and hard, pushing up the skin above your chest because being the readers of this blog, you all know how horrible of a person I am, so you're all probably expecting me to call you low-life retards. But no. This post tonight is to tell you all what I think of you really.

I know you guys. I know who you people are, so don't think that I don't give a rat's ass about you. You are the very few people I respect, because I know that just by following this piece-of-shit blog, you are open-minded people. Why? Because I am very well aware that my opinions conflict with so many people's, and yet you all still put up with me. You all continue to read about my views in life that I know can get insulting and demeaning and blasphemous. Very blasphemous.
I really do appreciate you guys. Just knowing that there are people (besides my girlfriend of course) who really do read my blog and actually follow it lightens up my mood most of the time. It's nice to know that this diary or journal or whatever of mine actually reaches a lot more people that I had ever hoped. But then again, I was only hoping for one person to read it anyways, so I guess I'm still not great anyways. But then who ever said I was?

I also know that in school (since pretty much all you followers are from my school) I am the biggest asshole to everyone. Well, just pardon my serious expression. Also, I'm just really not the kind of person who likes meeting new people and socializing about topics that don't interest me. If you guys would want to talk about philosophy sometime, then I'm game, but if not, I'd probably have to go to restroom and wash my face forever just to avoid small talk. That's just me. But always know that I'd want to a nicer guy to all of you, but it's just that I'm too much of a jerk to.

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So that's pretty much it.
Just wanted to let that all out
Peace.