Dude Looks Like a Lady

07/26/11
7:14pm

Birds flying high, you know how I feel. Sun in they sky, you know how I feel. Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel. It's a new dawn. It's a new day. It's a new life for me, and I'm feeling good.
Well actually, not really. I'm feeling good because I feel so relaxed, but not because I have a new life. This new life sucks camel balls.
Also, I feel quite shitty, for earlier today I heard an obnoxiously loud girl scream out: "For the Love of God by Steve Vai" at the corridors. She completely desecrated a beautiful song by screaming it out in her loud masculine voice. I know that it shouldn't be an issue, but I get pretty touchy when it comes to my kind of music. Sure, she has good taste in music for liking the song, but I mean, come on. You just don't shout amazing songs out like that. You keep them to yourself, at least that's what I do.

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Remember last night when I said that I would talk about homosexuality some time? Well, you are in luck because tonight is that night! Fuck yeah! And to really get into the feel of it, I'm going to listen to purely Queen, Adam Lambert, Judas Priest, Van Halen, David Bowie, and Justin Bieber... wait, not Justin Bieber. What? You never knew these people (people from these bands) were gay? Oh, well then, you never knew shit!

Okay, so let's be more detailed. I'm not just going to talk about homosexuality. I'll be talking about bisexuality, homosexuality, heterosexuality, and whatever the hell else I could think of. To put it simply: I'll be talking about human sexuality.

Before I begin, you may be wondering why I'm making this my topic for tonight. Well, for multiple reason. First would be because I'm sick of ignorant people making such big deals about other people's homosexuality. Second reason would be to show that gay people could and do rock hard! The last reason would be because I feel like it. Okay! We begin!

1. Heterosexuality
Heterosexuality is being straight. It's when you're attracted to the opposite sex, so if you're a transvestite, well then you're probably always heterosexual... unless you are attracted to a fellow transvestite. Oh shit.
Anyways, you ignorant people would call Heterosexuals, "normal". If you do, then I would love to shove my beautiful leather shoe up your intestinal track, entering through your anus. What is normal? What is abnormal? We're all normal! As long as you're a person, then you're a normal person. People are intentionally different from one another. It's like calling one color abnormal, when every color is distinct.
For you guys, you mostly insult each other with terms such as: gay, faggot, homo, bading, bakla, and whatever the fuck you think of. This really pisses me off, especially when the second person gets offended by the comments. Also, guys, having sizable genitalia does not prove your masculinity in any way, and neither do having well-built bodies, alcohol attachments, knowledge on card games, being sporty, being addicted to pornography, playing video games, and being addicted to playing with your small wieners. You know what makes you masculine? Having a dick. You know what else? Nothing else.
As for girls... well... uh, to be honest, I'm really not very knowledgeable when it comes to you girls. I mean, I guess I just really don't hang out with enough girls to notice, but I'll still try.
Some of you girls judge lesbians, but I'm really not sure. Oh man, this is hard. Uh, well, you probably think that playing volleyball, cooking, gardening, and such things make you feminine. Well, I'm sure that it doesn't, and neither does having a sizable chest. And, uh... also... damn it. Oh, god.
Alright, let's just get off this topic.

2. Homosexuality
So I got my boots on with the right amount of leather.
Let's get one thing straight before I start talking, I'm not gay. I'm completely straight, well, at least I think I am. I have a fabulous girlfriend, and I am not attracted to men, so I guess I'm straight. This part of the blog is not intentionally to defend the gays (and a gay person can either be a homosexual man or homosexual woman), but to educate you ignorant, obnoxious, insensitive people. I mean, I'm obnoxious and insensitive, but I still have decency.
All my life, I've been called gay countless times. I swear, there is no probably no week that I am not called gay. I don't blame other people though, because I admit that there are certain (a lot) of things I do and say that would make me seem gay. I have a bottle of Victoria's Secret perfume, I say words such as 'fabulous' and other terms that people would find fitting for a girl to say, I hate getting dirty, I hate flying insects and they freak the shit out of me, I move in a certain way that makes others think of me as a homosexual, I try to have a good fashion sense, and a lot more. I never get offended by these comments because I know that they're not true, and I have nothing to prove to anybody; but also because I can't blame them for inferring this guess or claim. I grew up with a big sister, and with only a big sister, so I guess that's a reason I am what I am.
But enough about me. Now, tell me, what's so bad about being gay? Nothing is bad about it, unless you're an idiot, a narrow-minded man, or a delusional religious person. A gay person is as normal as you and me, because they're still people. They're people just like us, and being gay doesn't make them any less of a person than us. We're all equal.
And how come being gay is an insult? I mean, what's so bad about being gay? You'll still be a person. The only difference will be is that you'll be interested in men.
Stop picking on gay people. Gay people are funny, and if they admit that they're gay, then they're admirable brave. Nobody should ever be ashamed to be who they are, because yourself is the only person you can ever be.
I mean, look at the gay people in history: Freddie Mercury, Elton John, Adam Lambert, Michael Stipe, David Lee Roth, and even Leonardo DaVinci is believed to had been gay.
I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay, so erase from your mind that idea that being called gay is an insult. Deal with it. If people think you're gay, tell them you're not. If they don't believe you, then to hell with their opinions. You know what's true, and you don't need to prove yourself to anyone.
Hey, Jesus had two dads, so why can't you? (Unoriginal)

3. Bisexuality
I'll make it short. It's when you are attracted to both men and women. Done. I'm tired. But I just want to add one thing about this: this is like playing it safe. Nick Jonas ftw.

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I'm tired and bored. I've run out of ideas.
Like I said, I'm not homosexual,
I only wish to share my opinions about human sexuality
If I missed any sexuality you may be classified under,
then I apologize. You are not unimportant, I assure you.
Also, if you disagree with the things written here,
then go on Facebook and complain about it,
or you can kiss my ass.
Also, if you feel as if though I failed to give women any
significance in this blog, then I apologize.
I'm a guy, and I hang out with guys. What do you expect?
We'll just be playing video games, then all of a sudden,
I would discover the truth to why women get cranky
when blood pours out of their baby tunnels?
After this blog is posted, I shall post a picture of myself
on my Facebook fan page. I shall reveal my true identity by
putting up a portrait of my true face.
Beware.
Good night.

Al Pacino's Favorite Sin

07/25/11
7:39pm

Konbanwa. I feel quite... groovy today. I'm listening to nothing but New Wave, and I can't stop wishing that I had been born before my time. But enough about me. On to tonight's topic!

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Tonight's topic is a certain thing that so many people care about and protect so dearly, and I don't see why they do. Well actually, I know exactly why they do, I just don't care for it like they do. You can try to guess what I'm talking about, so that way, my blog won't be as boring as it always is. This thing is an abstract noun, each person is born with it, and almost every person protect theirs so dearly. Try to guess which it is from these choices:

• pride
• virginity
• beauty
• sexuality
• intellect

If you guessed that the topic was virginity, then you're wrong. I'll talk about that some other night. If you thought that the answer was either beauty or sexuality, then you're still not right! I'll talk about those topic too some other time though. Now we're left with pride and intellect. I'll give you a hint: it's not not pride, so if you guessed pride, then you're not wrong!
If you got it right from the start, then don't get so full of yourself. You're no special snowflake. If you've seen The Devil's Advocate, then you should've already gotten an idea just by reading the title.

So as I said, tonight's topic is pride. Pride, reputation and vanity. These are three things the world seems to revolve around, and it sickens me in a way to know that people care for such unnecessary things. Well, maybe I'm the one who doesn't care enough about my own pride and reputation because of my low self-esteem. Who knows?
I'm not right, nor am I wrong to think of pride and reputation as nothing more than needless vanity. Like I said before, everything is an opinion. One's reality is different from the others', and what you will read here will just be my own opinions.

Pride. Wikipedia defines pride as "an inward directed (feeling) emotion that exemplifies either an inflated sense of one's personal status or the specific mostly positive emotion that is a product of praise or independent self-reflection."
Now I'll share my own definition of pride: Pride is one's love for one's self, be it his actions, his traits, his possessions, his name, his reputation, and the list goes on. Basically put, pride is one's love for one's self.

Okay, maybe pride isn't all that bad. One could be proud to have someone, or even just to know somebody they adore. That's okay because that's not self-praise (until you rub it in everyone's faces). Pride is fine, until you have too much of it.

Now let's talk about reputation. Reputation is the certain status of either fame or infamy one has among a certain group of people (or maybe even animals. Heck, who knows? Maybe my dog is the dog all your dogs want to be, so suck it and my wiener dog.)
Right now, in the society I live amongst, everybody seems to care so much about their reputation. People hide what they really are just so they would have what they think would be a "good reputation". Some people forcefully change or try to change themselves to be "cool" just so they would have a "good reputation".
As much as I don't care about other people, it still sickens me to see them trying so hard to control their reputations. They want to be something they're not, just so people will see them as that. They all hide what they are, because they don't want people to see them as that. They keep trying to control what other people think of them, because they care so much about who people think they are.
Reputation won't change who you really are. To me, if you care so much about what people think of you, then you're wasting your life (said by the person who wants to be nothing at all when he grows up). One shouldn't live their life to please other people. What's the use of trying so hard to build up your reputation when once you die, you'll be forgotten completely? And also, no matter how much you lie about who you really are, there will always be at least one person who know who you really are, and another one person who will see right through you.

But okay, let's say that the person who tries so hard to build or maintain a reputation doesn't lie about anything. All he does is that he shoves his traits in other people's faces, and he labels himself like shit.
"Hi, I'm Italian. I'm an Italian kid. We, Italians, love pasta and pizza and we're cool. Italians are far better than you. I'm a punk kid. I'm an artist. I'm a musician. I'm better than all of you."
I'm not limiting it to just somebody's race. It's just to show that s/he's not making up this shit. But the thing is, nobody gives a rat's ass, so why should you keep throwing your shit into other people's lives, because nobody wants to hear it.

Why don't I care about my reputation? Simple. It's because that I don't give a fuck about what other people think about me. I've been called gay, emo, a goth kid, a snob, arrogant, weird, mean, childish, "totoy", and so much more so many times, yet I don't care. Why is that? That's because I don't care about what other people see in me. I know who I am, and I know what my intentions are for being what I am or doing what I do. If they don't see the truth, then that's not my problem.
Why don't I care about my pride? Well, I have a low self-esteem. I'm not really proud of who I am, because to be frank, I don't really see anything to be proud of. I'm just satisfied, because I'd hate to be anybody else. I don't think highly of myself, and I don't want others to think highly of me. We're all people. None of us are better than the other because we're all just being ourselves (some of us are, at least).
Nobody can be better at being me than me, and the same goes for you and everybody else in this shitty, cold and cruel world.

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I hope you actually understand the things written here.
Took me like, two hours to finish this post.
It just feels messy and whatnot.
Anyways, I'm out.
And if you think I'm arrogant because I snob you,
I just don't like you.
But it's nothing personal because I just
really hate people in general.
Good night.

Holocaust or Population Solution

July 24, 2011
2:41pm

It's early in the afternoon for a change, and I'm pretty messed up.

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Like I said, I'm pretty messed up. I can't tell whether I'm depressed, or furious, or just plain confused.
You see, earlier in church, our pastor told us a story that happened to his family years back. His daughter was raped by nine armed men in the past in their own house while he and his wife were out. And the moment I heard that, I fell silent for a short time until mixed thoughts and emotions just exploded inside my head. It really got me thinking.
Before he told the story, he talked about these types of religious mindsets, and Deism was one of them. That was the first time I heard about it, but the moment he explained it, my mind lit up. I had been thinking like a Deist for such a long time now, and I only found out now. At least now I know that I'm not alone.

In church, I seemed to be the only one who was actually affected greatly by the pastor's story. The religious speaker cried a little when he told of his tale, but he carried on with the sermon as if it meant nothing at all. I also looked around the auditorium, and yet everyone seemed to be as joyous as they always are. Even my family didn't seem to care one bit when I talked to it about them. It drove me even more confused, and I felt as if I was being kept from a secret that the whole world knew about.
Everyone was thinking that it was all part of "God's will". The pastor's daughter eventually used the horrible experience and turned it into a perk for her job. She's a councilor and since she knows what it's like, she know what she's talking about. It all turned out great, right? I wouldn't know, but I do think that all this talk about plans and wills is bullshit.

There is a god, and I believe that. The god I believe in is believed to look after the universe and is believed to control everything that happens in it. This god I believe in is supposedly all-good, all-knowing, and all-powerful. This god is supposed to love every single one of his creations, but I just don't feel it.
You take a look outside, and you see how wicked this world is. You stay inside, and the news of all the impurities and evils of the outside world still reach you. Doesn't it make you wonder why these things happen? Don't you get confused? Don't you ask yourself why all these things are happening when you believe in a powerful deity that's supposed to love you and take care of you? But if you ask for help, all you get is this: "It's God's will."
What is "God's will"? Is it an all-good god's will for people to get raped, or starve to death, or get mugged, or get killed, or get hurt, or get sick, or for powerful people to stomp over the lives of the lower-class citizens? That's something I just can't believe.
If there is a god, then I believe that he has nothing to do with whatever happens with our lives. Good things and bad things happen, but can we credit him for both? Can we just praise him when we win the lottery, then curse him when we get mugged? Or maybe can we praise him for giving us a gorgeous celebrity daughter, then praise him for letting her get raped to boost her popularity? Maybe it's his will, right?

The way I see it, nobody can explain how these mystical deities work, and yet everyone keeps trying. Telling a child that a mass murder is part of "God's plan" is to me like a kid telling his friends that he has a supermodel girlfriend, but refuses to show her to them because he wants to keep her a secret. "It's good, and I don't need to prove it to you. Just accept that it's all good."

It would be more acceptable to me to have a god that created us and let us live our lives by ourselves, then to have a god that lets us smile for a while, then get raped later on. I'm not going to call myself a Deist, because I don't know much about it yet, and it's just another label. I'll believe what I want to believe without intentionally bending my mind to adjust to rules and fixed laws.

These are just my opinions and I'm not saying that I'm right and you're wrong. We're all right somehow, I guess. The reason I blog about this is because this is how I can really think clearly about what is going on inside my head. As these words pour out of my mind, I get to really contemplate on them and clear up my thinking. And also because pretty much nobody else would listen to what I have to say anyways.
In the car going back home from church, I opened it up as a topic. I told my mom a little bit of what I thought, and I just knew that everyone in the car thought I was an idiot. My sister just told me to shut up, my dad was singing the ending song of the serve, and I just knew that my mom just wanted me to staple my lips together. They thought that I just couldn't see the truth, but am I really the one who is blind? Are they sure that they're not delusional in thinking that rape, murder, starvation, poverty, and a long-ass list of wickedness are parts of a loving and caring god?
Well, at least they have peace of mind.

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You guys (or guy, since probably just one person reads this)
may want to look up Deism if you wish.
It would help you understand the blog better.
And who knows, maybe you would agree with me.
But I'm no Deist.
I'm just me.

The Optimism in Pessimism

July 22, 2011
11:18 pm

Yeah, as usual, it's late, but unlike every night that I write, I'm not at home. I'm elsewhere, namely, my friend's house. So as I write, I'm probably freezing my toes off, although I'm wearing socks. Anyways, a whole lot is going on right now, like misunderstandings, feelings hurt, and a strange rumbling of my stomach that has been going on for quite some time now. It's strange, like I said.

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A lot of people call me a very negative thinker, and even I think that I am a very pessimistic person. I just always tend to focus on the bad side of things and people, which is actually quite of a problem for me. I know that life would probably feel a whole lot better if I were to live life with a positive outlook, but the thing is that I can't change my pessimism.
But I've found a way to look at pessimism optimistically. (Clever)

It's just so much easier to live life pessimistically for me. No hope, no positive expectations, just expecting the worst possible scenario. Why? Well, here's a list that explains why and how:

Hope is only meant to be stepped on. It builds up, and when it's high enough, the whole world just takes a massive shit on it and flushes it down your face. But if you don't hope for anything good, or at least just not hope at all, then there's nothing for the universe to defile. A piece of shit covered in more dung isn't so bad, while a desecrated golden bar is the first sign of the apocalypse. So hope, out of my list. (Except for one situation)

Nobody should be trusted. Trust nobody but yourself, because everybody in the world is going to let you down. If you want to put your faith in other people, then just be sure that you would be able to handle your emotions once that person pulls down their overly-tight skinny jeans and takes a massive shit on your heart. Because to me, trusting isn't knowing that somebody wouldn't let you down, it's knowing that you can handle it when they do.

Everyone hates you, and nobody would care for you with their lives. Well, of course some people may have that strong affection for you, but it's just so much easier to deal with life, thinking that nobody loves you. Well, that's how I live, and it's so much easier than having to deal with the same bullshit that other people complain so much about in public concerning their broken friendships mutilated by backstabbing and disloyalty. So, it's every man for himself in this world. It's a dog-eat-dog world.

So with these few perspectives, you can probably feel a little bit better, because this way, you'd stop caring about everything happening around you. I'm not giving the kind of advice that most people would probably give. I'm not giving you advice to help your social life, external relationships, and whatnot. This advice will only make you feel better. But then since your life is the only life you can live, then why not feel good in it? I'm probably like... a core-psychiatrist or something. I don't really know why I used the word, "core" though.

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So that's it for tonight.
There was a little misunderstanding with my baby doll and
some of the people from my school that I heard about.
Well, let this be a lesson for people that you shouldn't
care about what other people are talking about
because it's not your business. It's not about you.
If it were meant for you, it would be said directly to you
(at least that's how we would do it.)

P.S.
I have a big best friend, who is the best-est.

Out.

We Could Live Like Jack and Sally

July 21, 2011
9:39 pm

As usual, it's late as shit, and yet I've just decided to start writing now. Well, this time it's because I was actually doing homework. I did two mathematical problem sets, and I hammered some lemon peels, and I made lemon juice by squeezing that same lemon with my bare hands. Some lemon juice went inside my wound and it stung like a bitch. It felt as if a needle was making its way through my finger, penetrating my small wound and stretching out its rims even more.

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(You may notice something new with my border.
That face is what I feel like pretty much every
single day.)

Tonight's topic is about shutting your stupid thick lips and keeping your skinny vascular hands to yourselves. I know that everyone has a right to be heard out, but there's a line that you shouldn't cross, and yet pretty much everyone crosses this line too frequently.

Everyone has their own lives, and if you spend your time dwelling in the lives of others, then I consider you a lowlife, a loser, an idiot, and most of all, a lowlife. Just really a lowlife. Well, actually, lower than a lowlife. If you stick your head into other people's asses, then you have no life.
So let's just get to the point. What I want to talk about is minding your own business.

I live in a world wherein gossip is pretty much taken in as facts by the idiots who hear them and by the lowlifes who spread them. And pretty much the fuel that keeps gossip in the air to infect one pair of ears after the other is their concern for other people's businesses. (and I don't mean that in a good way. I mean that in the worst possible way imaginable)
But okay, let's not just talked specifically about gossip, because I think I've already talked about it before. Let's be broad and talk about minding your own business.

So, since all I know and think is from my own personal experiences and philosophies, then I shall give examples of scenarios wherein you should mind your own goddamn business. (some may get personal and offensive. I don't wish to offend anyone (except the douchebags in the 3rd scenario) but if you get offended, then it wouldn't be my fault for doing so. You would bring it upon yourselves for sticking yours heads in other people's asses. Anyways, let's start!

Scenario 1:
So let's say there's a couple, and there's you, a loser who has a crush on either of the two (or maybe both). You bother the couple, try to break them up, or maybe at least just socialize with one of them and ask about their relationship or whatever. Let me tell you something: stop doing it! They don't want you in their lives, and there's no reason at all that you should be there. They just want to be left alone, so stop sticking your noses into other people's lives.

Scenario 2:
Gossip. Yep, gossip. By simply gossiping, you're already dwelling on other people's lives. How? Well, let's say this dumb bitch hates this gorgeous girl with a burning passion, and this gorgeous girl happens to have a boyfriend. You wish to ruin their reputation, so you spread lies about them and scandalous fibs that would surely splatter dirt on their names. Then the idiots (let's call them, "everybody in the world") believes them.
So two are at fault here:
The dumb bitch, for making such a big deal out of the gorgeous girl, although the gorgeous lady did nothing to this stupid hoe. She has no life.
And of course, everyone else, for caring so much about the gorgeous girl and her probably obnoxious boyfriend and what they do. You're all idiots.

Scenario 3:
Douchebags. Yep, the people I would love to offend, but then again, I wouldn't really care less if they get offended or not.
Anyways, so let's say that there's this couple again. Let's say that it's the couple of the gorgeous girl and the obnoxious guy. And let's also say that you're a douchebag (whether you be a guy or a girl)
Let's say you like one of them, and you think so highly of yourself as if you would be "better" for that person you like, better than whoever they're currently. Well then, I would love to make you taste the rubber beneath my sneakers, and I would love for my fist to bash your teeth in.
You're a guy who shows off your "abs" or whatever the hell you have so much pride in. You sweet talk the gorgeous girl or try to get her on a date, when you know she's already taken. You talk to your friends about her, and your friends like the gorgeous lady as well. And also, you talk about the boyfriend and how much better than him you would probably be, as if you knew him every single thing about him.
Leave them alone. Leave her alone. Leave him alone. Go fuck yourself and mind your own business.

Scenario 4:
My fault. This one is the one I am guilty of in a way. This is when somebody sees something in somebody else, whether it be a good trait or a bad trait, and then wishes to change it or maybe makes such a big deal out of it.
All I'm doing in this blog is sharing my opinions though. I see things in society, and I write down my observations here. I'm not trying to change the world. I'm not trying to change people. I never tell anybody to listen to what I have to say. You read it, understand it, realize you're one of these people, then get pissed off at me for sharing my opinion. But okay, that's how it is. That's another observation about people.
Back to the topic: you can't change people, and you shouldn't try. You're not better than anyone, because we're all pieces of shit in our own ways. Everyone is different and everyone has a right to be anything they want, but nobody has the duty to like what anyone chooses to be. In other words, leave others be.

Scenario 5:
Church. Parents. School. Elder. Stop telling people how to live their lives. You could give advice, but that's enough.

So I'll stop with that because it's almost 11 and I still have school tomorrow. Well, it's not that I want to sleep, it's just that I'm tired of writing and I have a way more important person to give my attention to.

So we're all guilty. We're all idiots and we're all of a hopeless race. Nobody wants you to read my blog. Nobody should give a rat's ass about you, nor should you give a rat's ass about others. Mind your own business. Everyone has their own life. Live in it.

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That's it.
If you're offended, then... well... okay.
If you're not offended, although you're guilty of these things,
then... uh... that's great.
Listen, all I want is to be left alone.
I just really don't like people in general, so it's nothing personal.
If I don't see you as a friend, I don't like you.
I don't hate people though. I just hate what people do.
Well, maybe I do hate people, but then for someone like me,
who pretty much hates everything, then being hated by me
isn't a big deal at all.

Night.

Cookie Monster Punk

July 18, 2011
6:43 pm

I'm writing pretty early for tonight because, well, inspiration hit early. Although I can't really call it inspiration because it's such a negative thing for me, so I'll just call it my motive to write. Also, my head hurts and I can't talk to my dear girlfriend since she's off in this place called, "Snowy Mountain". She's just chilling there. Eh eh eh. Get it? Chilling. It's snowy, so it's cold.

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For tonight, I'll be talking about something I really rant on about a lot, and all of you people are surely sick of hearing it. And yes, it will get offensive because I'm an arrogant know-it-all, an obnoxious non-conformist, a self-righteous dick, and also because it will hit a whole lot of people in their alcohol-covered faces.

Yep, it all goes back to alcohol and smoking and partying. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm an idiotic, narrow-minded, conceited, straight edge kid who thinks his way is the right way. Well, we pretty much all think that way. We all have our opinions, and the reason we have these opinions is because they're what we believe is right. I don't think you would have an opinion and wouldn't believe in it. So I'll accept that your opinion is that there's nothing wrong with drinking or smoking or doing drugs, and in turn, accept that my choice to not partake in these objects is also valid.

So tonight, I won't talk about the people who drink, smoke, do drugs, or just take part in those parties that involve these things. Right now, I want to talk about something else. I'm going to talk about why people get into these things.
Okay, I have to admit that alcohol could sometimes look pretty attractive with all those colorful colors and bottle shapes, but I'd always rather drink soda or maybe Kool-Aid. As for smoking, well, I admit that it would look pretty "bad-ass", but that wouldn't be enough for me to risk my health just to smoke that. I would still need my lungs. As for recreational drugs, well, I won't be a hypocrite because I've always wanted to try this. I just always found it arousing to my curiosity whenever I saw or heard about people feeling extremely good with these, but I decided not to continue wondering because I know that I won't need to risk my health and safety just to have fun. All I need is the company of my loved ones, and a copy of Skyrim. (Can't wait.)
So with all these thoughts I have, I sometimes wonder why these ideas haven't occurred in other people, and then I remember that what is right to me isn't always right to other people. Everyone has their own opinions, like I said.

So now, on to the reasons I think people get into these. Right now, I can only think of a few reasons from my exhausted mind:
1) Peer pressure : affected by one's social life
a) the need to feel "in" with the crowd
b) the feeling of the need to impress other people because of one's views on taking part in these activities.
2) Emotional reasons: some people say it's to relieve stress or depression
3) Social gatherings: to some people, like my family members, alcohol is the key to having a fun gathering. None of us children understand this mentality of theirs, but my dad once explained it this way: when they're already intoxicated, every shallow thing would be a good enough topic to talk about.

I'm not saying that you're stupid or weak if you take part in these things, but I'm saying is that I may think you are. It's nothing personal though. I still love my friends who drink and party or smoke, I just won't take part in these things with them, nor will I with anyone else. I'll try to be less judgmental really, since your lives don't affect me directly anyways, and it's not my health and safety that are being put to risk. But just look at it this way: If I try to persuade you to stop doing these things, then it just means that I love you and that I care for you. But if I give up on you, then it just means that I'll let you do whatever you want. So it's a win-win situation. Although if I troll you on Facebook about it, or if I just ignore you, it means that I wouldn't care whether you live or die.

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It's time to go.
And remember, my buddies,
I'll still love you guys no matter what you do
with your bodies. :)

Night, bitches.

Price of Praise

July 17, 2011
9:51pm

It's pretty late, as usual, and I have no idea whether I'm depressed or pissed. It's nothing new though. It's probably my neutral feeling now, so it's all good.

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Price of Praise. That's actually a name of a poem I've written of the same theme as this post you are about to read right now. (I sometimes wonder why I write as if I have a shitload of readers. Not more than 3 people read my blog, and I'm sure of it. Oh well, then. Then this is for you three then.)

So, what is the price of praise? Well, let me tell you what I think it is. I think that the prices of praise are progression, sanity and rationality. I hate praise. I think that it's a waste of time -- or at least we waste our time by doing it too much.

So I study in a school funded by the government, and in my country there is a law concerning the separation of the church and the state, which I think is one of the very few smart things about our country.
But for some reason, my school added a new subject, Bethany, to our courses. So what the flip is that? We're a government-funded school, yet we have a religious course? What happened to the separation of the church and state?
I complained about it a lot, of course, and I asked one of my teachers why they added that. She mentioned the presence of values and the positive change it was going to bring into our lives. I knew she was going to say that, though. I told her how the presence of religion wasn't going to change a thing, and I know what I'm talking about because I'd studied in an extremely religious Catholic school for eight years, and the people there are probably the most immoral children I know.

So now, we're going now to my thoughts:
Being religious is not a value, it's a trait. It's not going to improve your economy or make you successful, nor is it going to put food on your plate (except if you're a pastor or a priest or nun or whatever). A prayer isn't going to drop a coin into the Pondo ng Pinoy bottle. A hopeful wish in the name of your god isn't going to stop pollution or corruption; action will, and you don't need religion to take action. All you need is will.
And as for education, well, what's the point of studying religion, really? It's not going to make you smarter. It's not the best way to teach you values. Knowing the stories of every single prophet in the bible isn't going to make you smart, it's just going to make you knowledgeable about the bible, which I don't think is going to get you anywhere in life.

To be honest, I'm really in no mood to blog, so I'll end fast tonight.
Logic > Religion
Education > Religion
Religion is not the key to everything. Religion isn't some kind of medicine to heal evil. It's not, because technically, Satanism is a religion, but they're not evil through their eyes. (see Nothing is Real post)

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That's So Not Raven

July 14, 2011
9:08 pm

Yes, I do post very late. That is because I just finished putting up the Facebook fan page for this blog you're reading right here. If you have a Facebook account, go ahead and like it. That way, you'll be more easily notified whenever I have a new post. Convenient, yeah? Just search up 'The Taste of Ink' on that Facebook search bar, and you'll surely see it. It's going to be the one with the few-ass likes and the badly made picture.

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Tonight, I shall be talking about fate, or destiny if you'd prefer to call it that. In other words, I'll be talking about the idea of one's life being destined to happen a specific way no matter what.
Some people believe in this thing called, "fate" or "destiny" or whatever the hell you want to call it. It's pretty much the concept of having a certain future already planned out and will maybe happen no matter what you do, because it has already been written in the stars. But the topic won't be limited to just fate. I'll be broad in stating tonight's theme, and I'll be saying that I'll be talking about living with limits.

Some people believe that their lives are already planned out before once they are born, or even before their sperm cell-selves even get to beat the other tadpole-like objects to their mother's prison of an egg cell. Some may even believe that before their fathers or mothers were born, or their grandparents were conceived into this horrible world, everything that would transpire throughout eternity had already been planned out.
I've observed that it's mostly the religious people who believe in this idea... Well, maybe the Christians, because I very rarely discuss to people of other religions about philosophy and their own religions. It's not that I'm narrow-minded or anything. It's just that here, pretty much all the people you hang out with would be a Christian, be it Catholic or not.

First of all, before I share my opinion, let me help the idiots to fully grasp the concept of fate -- or at least my understanding of it:
Try to remember all those times you spent watching That's So Raven. Try to remember how she got all those visions that either made her so happy and excited for the future, or scared the fried chicken out of her and made her do everything she could to try and stop it.
Let's first focus on the bad visions she saw -- or at least the visions she saw that she thought were bad. I won't really give a specific example, because -- well, -- I want to be a little creative here. So let's pretend I make my own That's So Raven episode.
So let's say Raven has a vision of Devon breaking up with her. She flips out, obviously. She does that exaggerated acting that cracks us all up. So she goes paranoid as she tries so desperately to show Devon how much she loves him, or maybe spies on Devon, like a schoolgirl in the same school with a young Jude Law, to make sure he's not cheating on her. Then Devon, obviously notices Raven's strange and hilarious stunts and disguises that make us all laugh to our loins, and eventually gets tired of it. Then he breaks up with our African-American friend and you all go: "Damn it, Devon! That is SO NOT RAVEN!" as your saliva showers out everywhere in front of your stoned friend who only laughs once the credits start rolling.
So, I'm assuming that you now understand the concept of destiny that I'm trying to make clear her. Your fate will happen, no matter what you do. It'll be either someone makes it happen, or you make it happen yourself. And once it happens, all you could do is shout out "OH SNAP!"

So now, we move on to my thoughts on this crazy talk:
How can it be really that all our lives are already planned out in front of us? I think that if that is really the case, then we couldn't really be considered alive. I would say that we wouldn't be living life if we don't get to decide what happens to us, or if someone else decides for you. In my opinion, we would just be puppets or actors playing out destiny's dreams.
Think of two different video games, Heavy Rain and maybe Kingdom Hearts. Both are good games, no doubt, but let's look at the difference. In Kingdom Hearts, you play as a character fulfilling that character's story plot. If you die, you restart from where you died, and when you finish the game, that's it. No matter what you do, the story stays the same, all you get to choose is how you play towards the end. But as for Heavy Rain, you decide everything. The story changes accordingly to the actions you take. If you die, you're dead, but the game still plays on. Just like in real life, because when you die, everyone is going to move on. I'm not trying to promote games here, though, all I want is to use things to help me further explain my point.
Now, as for a religious belief that I always hear from the people living around me. (I'll be talking about Christians specifically because these are the people I live with.) They always talk about God's plan and God's will. If it happens, it's meant to be, if it doesn't, then it's not in God's plan. Why does everything have to go by His plan, anyways? This is life, not a game of Sims... unless... But seriously, I don't see why people believe that everything on earth happens for a reason -- well, that's true, but I can't believe that the reason is always because "it is God's plan". I can't believe that rape, murder, genocide, suicide, poverty, corruption, pollution, hunger, famine, and hate are all part of God's plan. Let's not all pull off a Justin Bieber and say that God approves of rape.
And as for the concept of good things happening to the good and bad things happening to the bad, well, that's bullshit. And as for things happening to whoever deserves it, well, that's also bullspit. It's not like a poor person has a greater chance of picking up a coin than a wealthy businessman. It's all by chance... and also the factors like their locations, how observant they are of their surroundings, how fat their stomachs may be that would hinder them from bending down, their nails, and whatnot. But let's not be too technical.

Now off to a broader topic, which may come off as a little immature, but it's a little thought I would want to share.
The limits of life. So many things give us different rules and conditions to live by, and it makes me sick. I hate living this life wherein I can't do what I want, just because of the people I'm around. I know that rules are significant because they instill order and discipline in people, but some rules are just complete bull shipping fee.
What's the point of living life if you can't live it the way you want to? Will you have to adjust your way of thinking and your dreams and your emotions just to fit into the things that you can do? That sucks all kinds of ass.

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I'm so glad this post doesn't feel sloppy and messy.
It's probably because it has already been more than an hour
since I began writing.
Anyways, it's now 10:21 pm and I still have to wake
up at 5:30 am tomorrow. I hate school.
I hope that this entry makes you think a little.
But then again, like all posts, these are all just my
opinions. You don't have to look at life my way.
Out.

P.S. OH SNAP!
and please like me on Facebook! :)

Nothing is Real

July 12, 2011
7:04 pm

It has been such a long time since I've last written anything. To be honest, I almost forgot that I had a blog, until earlier today in school when a stranger asked me if I was the author of this blog. She complimented my writing and tried to persuade me to join the school paper, well, at least that how I understood her words. I never got to thank her, though. If ever she's reading this, I would just like her to know that I appreciate her words, and the revival of this blog is all thanks to her.

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Tonight, I'm going to be talking about a certain topic I was debating with my mom about just a little earlier in the car going home -- opinions and religion.
You see, I have a belief in life. I believe that nothing in the world can be proven with 100% certainty. I believe that there are no facts, but only opinions. Why do I believe this? To be honest, I actually don't really know. It's probably from my fear of being wrong about something you think you already know for sure. I guess that belief of mine developed from being wrong about so many things in the past, that I eventually got myself to start believing that nothing I know is real.
Like the time when I learned about the cold war and the theory that the Apollo 11 mission was possibly a hoax. I flipped out and had to think quietly for like, a whole half hour. My mind was turned upside-down.

Back to the point, though. I'm going to be talking about opinions and religion. (You probably noticed that I've talked about religion quite a lot of times already. I think it's a very interesting topic, especially since I'm really interested in human psychology.)
So first, let's talk about opinions.

What is an opinion? Simply put, it's a personal belief, but I can't prove that for sure. Some people might have different definitions of what an opinion is, and that's already an opinion right there. See how that works? Anyways, I think that everything is an opinion, but that's just a general statement. I'm not saying that the mathematical sentence, 1+1=2 is just an opinion... although I'm not saying it's not. I don't know. I can't know for sure. And I think that life is beautiful that way.
If we knew everything in the world for sure, wouldn't it be boring? If nobody had opinions, and every single person believed in just one list of universal facts, then wouldn't life be shit that way? I think it would.
I mean, how do most people find friends or fall in love? Isn't it when they find people who share their opinions? Well, I don't really know for sure, but I think it's usually that. So if we all had every single thought in common with every single person in the world, then nobody would be unique. Nobody would be interesting because you would only see your own opinions in the minds of others. I think it would be like loving yourself, which is pretty narcissistic.
But again, I'm getting off topic. God, why does this keep happening? I'm starting to feel as if though I'm actually talking about everyone being entitled to their own opinions, rather than everything being an opinion.
Okay, so I'll pretty much just sum up the whole opinion talk to just one short paragraph:
There will always be at least one person who would disagree. We can never know for sure who's right and who's wrong, because just as how we may have proof that back up our beliefs, so may the people with opposing opinions. But then again, this is just my own opinion.

Now, on to the religion talk. Sigh. Finally. I've got an ocean of thoughts running through my mind for the topic. All I need now is to arrange these thoughts and pour them on to this post.

So, religion. There are so many religions on this world. We got Baha'i Faith, Buddhism, Christianity (which already spreads into so many sub-religions), Confucianism, Hinduism, Islam, Judaism, Shinto, Sikhism, Taoism, Scientology, Satanism, and probably even voodoo and witchcraft, pagan religions, and a whole lot more I can't even name. And I bet you didn't even know quite a number of religions out of the list I have just given. I wouldn't blame you, though, for even I didn't know about them until now. I just got these religions from internet sites and such.
So we have all these different religions breeding religious people believing in different things that are taught by their religions. It's pretty much like having different races and nations. We are divided and labeled according to our religions, except for atheists since they have no religions, but we won't be talking about them because I'm on the topic of religion.
Now, the problem I see in religion is the division and the hate and the prejudice that it breeds among its followers. Everybody thinks they're right, and I'm pretty sure that nobody likes being wrong. They all have their own ideas of redemption and righteousness, which often conflict with the others' beliefs, and who are we to say who's right?
I mean, a Christian would normally believe that God, who created everyone and everything and has a son, Jesus Christ, who is also conveniently the same person as Him, is the master of everything and saves righteous people when they die. But then, a Muslim would disagree and say that Allah is the god, while Jesus Christ was a mere prophet. A Christian would obviously side with the Christian belief, while a Muslim would side with his own belief, so who are we to say who's really right? We're all biased, really. A Christian would believe he's right because they have the bible and the Church, while a Muslim would have their Qur'an and their own masses and preachings as their proof. What we feel about our own belief is surely also what they feel about their own. This goes for every religion. I'm not trying to start a war against Christianity and Islam.
But then, as an atheist would probably believe, it would all be better without religion. A theist would maybe instead believe that it would be better if their own religion was the only religion, but that's just awfully biased. These two are both impossible, for like I said earlier, there will always be one person who would disagree, and that one person's beliefs would infect other minds until they start another new religion. So there's nothing we can do, but live with the acceptance that everyone has their own opinion, while I live with the acceptance that everything is an opinion.

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Ugh, this whole post just feels so messy and meaningless.
I'm sorry, reader, for having such a shitty post.
It's just that I haven't written anything for such a long time
that my thoughts are probably rusty.
Don't worry though. Now that this blog is back from the dead,
it'll be active... and not dead.

So that was my bad post.
And remember, all of my posts are just my opinions.
So suck it.