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.