2nd shift.. I love 2nd shift.. or atleast compared to the other two 14:00-22:00 is far more better. I can do tons of things that makes me alive before i descend into oblivion yet again. Besides, there is far less 'bata' using the PUV's on that shift especially at 22:00.
Do you know what is my favorite thing at 2nd shift?? Saging Con Yelo! *saliva drool activated* yeah..i love that stuff.. i love its simplicity and complexity at the same time. If your not a food connoisseur like me..let me rephrase that...hmm.. If your not a fat guy like me who lives to taste different kinds of food then i understand if you'll say.. "Banana Con Hielo is just a simple mixture of milk, ice and caramelized banana..how can you say its complex?"...."Dude...im not talking about the mixture..its the texture in our bacteria infested (in my case, nicotine, tar and bacteria infested) mouths that is the point.." As you may have noticed..once you take a sip of this oozing delightful beverage you will immediately feel the careful heterogeneous blending of the warm and the cold. The Rich Starchy Strong Caramelized Banana with the simple almost bland taste of milk. The not so crushed ice pushing its way to your mouth like a snatcher stalking his stupid student prey..can you not feel its irony? Yet within this irony..you find balance...blending...and sheer harmony almost to the point that you'll say 'Damn! That's Good!'
As you may know..banana con hielo is not the only thing that is simultaneously harmonious and chaotic in this world. You can see that in nature itself. The adrenaline rush of a pack of wolves hunting its prey. The Chaotic laceration of the warthog's perreneum... the blood curdling scream of the prey...its death cry bouncing off from the mountains... while a wolf sink its teeth to its belly. The smell of warm blood fills the air that entices more wolves to join the feast.. trashing...screaming..howling...pushing..and tugging the corpse while the sweet calorie filled meat and blood slithers down their throat..they feel a wam rush of energy..as they devour the warthog. More chaos ensues until a carcass is left. Stench, death and decay looms. As death has taken its hold on the soil, minerals and rich carbons seeped down to the earth. A seedling finds its way to the rich soil coming from the feces left from the dead warthog... time went by indescriminately... until we see an imposing figure standing in the very spot of death. A tree with its arms stretched high above the lofty heavens. As mighty as the mountain yet as simple and benign as clouds. A quintessential Harmony, Balance, and Life...
Never ending cycle of Life and Death... the balance of two opposing forces.. never ending fight yet none can exist without the other..
It really is inspiring to see it in your mind..to know that all forces no matter how opposed still exist harmoniously with one another. We, as human beings the self proclaimed Masters of Nature still have a lot to learn from our so-called slaves. Number 1, Nature has no master..number 2 if you mess with Nature then you will suffer a most horrific consequence of your stupidity. Number 3, Nature has existed since time immemorial, it exists now and will exist beyond us.
Now that we have delved too much into oblivion, to greed, to avarice, to pride and vanity, i fear that it maybe too late for all of us. For millions of years we depended on Nature, she provided us food, water, energy, shelter. Nature's hand out stretched to nurture us as she nurture our neighbors. But what do we do to repay that kindness? We bit her hand off like an ungrateful bastard..it is rather pitiful for us humans to go against nature. We should have known that the consequence will be disastrous. For all the things that we value in this temporary existence, none surpass her might. Retribution will be swift. Our proud cities will bow. Billions dead. Societies will collapse. Humans will burn, freeze, drown with water or earth. All shall recognize the blinding might of nature.
Survivors of this..unimaginable horror shall rise up to a new world cleansed of the filth of humans. Then they shall see another beginning of life..
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Interesting Conversations
Just finished my supper and my girlfriend just told me a very mundane topic. Its about her friend who was over from a relationship for months. If you have to know more details, then let's just say that she is a very well-off person. She currently have a very very stable job in this country. I mean... industries may crash and burn...but the state will continue to exist. Yes..she is a government employee. But not just a government employee..she is a member of the Presidential Management Staff...yes..yes.. i know.. they are the Lap Dogs of every Demon who runs this kleptocracy.
Anyways..as it is pretty obvious..she has a very good career perhaps too well and high and mighty that only a UP person will catch. Yes she is also from UP... did I mention she also looks good? Well..im a guy so even though I have a girlfriend I can still appreciate those with looks and otherwise. So..what do we have here? Good Career + Good Looks + U.P. (the quintessential god school in this country) = An almost perfect person. OF course it would not be interesting if everything is peachy right??
It turns out she has a problem...well as mentioned she just broke up with a guy. And for every piece of sand in this world put together will not equate to the 'loneliness', 'sandness', 'burden' felt by every girl who has this kind of problem. A girl's eternal quest for the right guy...wow... a very big problem indeed....
To make it more interesting she recently met someone..according to my girlfriend she met this guy at a conference on Baler. She said the guy was already a good catch (wow.... so there is such a thing as bad catch huh?? hmm..points to ponder yet again for ordinary blokes like us..). The guy was a LaSalle Graduate, has a successful career, chinito, maputi, kalbo, most likely with piercings on the left ear, and a with a nice body (another wow...so i can now officially categorize myself as a bad catch..nice..a very good point to ponder before I got to sleep...its not going to surprise me if i wake up tomorrow from a nightmare..).
So as you can see here..it seems that everything is nice.....just peachy.. a nice girl that has a nice guy..so what the hell is the problem? Correct...there is no problem.. sorry for just wasting your time.
As society dictates it...a typical perfect girl is for only a typical perfect guy.. nothing more nothing less..another good fact there is such a thing as 'bad catch' so if your not from LaSalle, or U.P, or Ateneo who has an athletic body, who is not a chinito, who is not white skinned, who is not rich, who is not charming, who does not have a very good career, who doesn't have a car, who does not know how to play basketball, who is not a rocker, who does not know hot to play a wooden guitar, who does not earn perhaps 50K a month, who does not have a well-known parents will probably be a 'bad catch'. According to the criteria above..almost all of us blokes will belong in that category..sure sure..a blind fool will say 'Hey! Im not a bad catch I play a guitar! Yeah!' well... cause your a well known rock star.... "I belong to a varsity im cool!"...you display your masculine prowess to the female population of course your cool..."Im a dumb, jobless shmuck and i have a beautiful, rich and smart girlfriend"...that's because your girlfriend is a weak, stupid pathetic excuse for a human being..of course you can have her.
...as you can see folks..perfect = perfect..know your place and be contented. you'll never know when your last scrap of happiness will be taken away from you...
life is a bitch..amen to that..
Anyways..as it is pretty obvious..she has a very good career perhaps too well and high and mighty that only a UP person will catch. Yes she is also from UP... did I mention she also looks good? Well..im a guy so even though I have a girlfriend I can still appreciate those with looks and otherwise. So..what do we have here? Good Career + Good Looks + U.P. (the quintessential god school in this country) = An almost perfect person. OF course it would not be interesting if everything is peachy right??
It turns out she has a problem...well as mentioned she just broke up with a guy. And for every piece of sand in this world put together will not equate to the 'loneliness', 'sandness', 'burden' felt by every girl who has this kind of problem. A girl's eternal quest for the right guy...wow... a very big problem indeed....
To make it more interesting she recently met someone..according to my girlfriend she met this guy at a conference on Baler. She said the guy was already a good catch (wow.... so there is such a thing as bad catch huh?? hmm..points to ponder yet again for ordinary blokes like us..). The guy was a LaSalle Graduate, has a successful career, chinito, maputi, kalbo, most likely with piercings on the left ear, and a with a nice body (another wow...so i can now officially categorize myself as a bad catch..nice..a very good point to ponder before I got to sleep...its not going to surprise me if i wake up tomorrow from a nightmare..).
So as you can see here..it seems that everything is nice.....just peachy.. a nice girl that has a nice guy..so what the hell is the problem? Correct...there is no problem.. sorry for just wasting your time.
As society dictates it...a typical perfect girl is for only a typical perfect guy.. nothing more nothing less..another good fact there is such a thing as 'bad catch' so if your not from LaSalle, or U.P, or Ateneo who has an athletic body, who is not a chinito, who is not white skinned, who is not rich, who is not charming, who does not have a very good career, who doesn't have a car, who does not know how to play basketball, who is not a rocker, who does not know hot to play a wooden guitar, who does not earn perhaps 50K a month, who does not have a well-known parents will probably be a 'bad catch'. According to the criteria above..almost all of us blokes will belong in that category..sure sure..a blind fool will say 'Hey! Im not a bad catch I play a guitar! Yeah!' well... cause your a well known rock star.... "I belong to a varsity im cool!"...you display your masculine prowess to the female population of course your cool..."Im a dumb, jobless shmuck and i have a beautiful, rich and smart girlfriend"...that's because your girlfriend is a weak, stupid pathetic excuse for a human being..of course you can have her.
...as you can see folks..perfect = perfect..know your place and be contented. you'll never know when your last scrap of happiness will be taken away from you...
life is a bitch..amen to that..
Dear Crap 5-30-10
This sucks... my mind is struggling right now.. You know why?? Imagine that you are so so so so tired and you just want to lie down and die....wishing that death finally take you with his cold clammy "by the way bony" hands. Wrapping you up with eternal silence and peace... peace..
Out of the blue the old chimps out in the street just decided to take fuck this day and bring out their Infernal Machine and sing their pathetic God Forsaken Idiotic Chimp Voices bouncing eternally from the lowest deep of Hades to the Upper Stratosphere..Perhaps it will someday make its way to the nearest galaxy and the aliens will curse the day that they came upon the God Forsaken Voices.....God........im tired........but hey! What can I do?? Their just having fun!?? Its not that I can petition a complain to the Branggay Kagawads....because THEY ARE THE BARANGGAY KAGAWADS!!! ahhh...fuck this day.... oh well... another one of this perfect God Damn Day that I have to live in this God Damn Forsaken Place..with this God Damn Life.........
Anyways... as I said a million times..the things above just serves as an introduction. Just to share a bit of shit that I've been experiencing every day of my life.. The topic...hmm..oh Yes! Its about a movie. Well my girlfriend just decided to brighten the day by watching Dear John. Please spare me the crap to say that Im just an old guy who does not appreciate arts...because I am not going to talk about that. Im not that shallow idiot.... Im here to talk about how humans admire aesthetics.. you know.. the good old stuff...the face..the height.. the body... you know it gets me thinking..WHY do people love people that are pretty? This applies to guys mind you.... Pretty Girls..Pretty Boys...Rich Guys, Heiress Socialite Bitches...why is there an 'A-List'? Why? Why? Why?
Why are they above ordinary blokes like us?? Hmm I wonder... why because they have six packs? Or they have chest to die for? Or boobs for girls? Perhaps their pretty adoring faces? Hmm.. is that really it? Society worships beautiful people because their beautiful? Is that it? Is that the best we can do? Oh common!! Can we not think of any other excuse to worship them as gods? As above mortals like us? My God..how stupid can we get? Honestly this is an all time low... hahaha..I mean WOW.. that's it huh? your pretty, we treat you better, Well.What exactly is beautiful? Can we define what is beautiful? Im quite sure that all of you guys there will say.."AHA! Ofcourse a beautiful girl will certainly be a chinita, with long black hair, reddish cheek, white satin skin, big boobs (don't you dare forget about boobs!!), nice hips, big beautifully shaped ass (Oh YEAH!)." Nice! Nice description there buddy! Well here's the deal...you may have misinterpreted my question. The question is.. "Define beauty." I did not said "Copy the shit out of a porn magazine (art magazine??naaah) and tell me what it says about beautiful chicks." so there? Do you have an idea of Beautiful Girls? Or Guys if your gay or a girl.. Of course you have.. we all have our own description of beauty. And your pretty damn stupid if you don't or perhaps you have a Schizoid Personality Disorder (it is advised to stop reading this blog and go to the nearest clinician).
The point is.. if we all have a different opinion with regards to beauty then why the hell do we see the same fucking face in this pathetic excuse for a society? Do you know the answer to that?
Im guessing your not..or im guessing that your guess is utterly wrong.. Its simple.. Its hardwired to our genes yet again. And yes.. this is also the reason why pretty people are treated better than all of us ordinary blokes. Get it? Well..if you used your eyes rather than looking at your classmates' panties (God forbid briefs......tsk tsk) when we were in elementary you will notice that the Crush ng Bayan' were the gods of our batch. Its like a Greek Pantheon were in the cutest guy is Zeus and the Prettiest Girl with a Flower patterned Yellow Panties is Hera, together with a host of greek lesser gods they rule the highschool with an iron fist. "Don't confuse me for a loser in highschool....I had my share of the glory...im just not stupid to let that silly thing past my mind.." Did it not dawn in your puny mind that the reason why they have ruled is because you let them rule...because you yourself have worshiped them as gods!? You treated them like gods and you most certainly would have sacrificed your life to get a glimpse of their glorious hallowed faces..........wow..... that is nice.. i mean.. their just people.. people with pretty faces... and then we adore them. Why? As mentioned.. it is hardwired in our brain. Believe it or not, our minds are programmed to like people with pretty faces (relative to the culture that is...). Scientists have explained that most often that not, we (the whole world) is programmed by our genes to like and adore children..its another survival trait handed down by our ancestors through the years. And it is a damn good trait. Its one of those survival genes that greatly affected our dominance in this world. I mean think about it.. if we adore children so much.. then we will do what it takes for them to survive... and if the answer is STILL not obvious to you...CHILDREN bears our Genes...i mean the whole gene pool its not like you went to another cave to fuck his wife...NO..not like that. Children is the future..cliche but its true..hence if the little buggers survive then the specie Homo Sapien survives. Not surprisingly that trait exists within us right now.. "Okay.. so what's the point?". My friend the point is simple... if you just stop talking and listen to your degenerating brain then you will see the obvious similar characteristics of Beautiful People to Children...or should I say 'Youth'. Yep... that's the Magic Word! Youth! Silky Satin White Skin..GooGoo Gaga Eyes...can't you see the similarities?? Yes.. that's it.. its simple as that.
Society as we know it worships and adores this 'A-listers' because of a genetic trait that automatically kicks in if we see youthful faces. So for all of those...not so lucky persons (like me)..who looks NOT youthful will most likely be shunned and treated for a god damn trash that we are. It is as simple as that. All we have to do is be a man and suck it up.. oh yeah for the girls your free to cry all you want but the world will not change. Our genes will change eventually but.. it takes millions of years..so its just better to suck it all up.
For people who thinks..then there is hope. We should understand them... you know.. the ordinary people... They treat others better because their genes dictates it to them..im guessing that their neuro electrical path ways between their frontal lobes are damaged or a god afwul mess...just like my shit in the morning..all messed up..yeah not good.
So there it is.. a yet simple answer for another supposed complicated god damn question. People will be people.. and people are inherently slave to their genetic traits. Especially those who are not particularly 'bright'.
Out of the blue the old chimps out in the street just decided to take fuck this day and bring out their Infernal Machine and sing their pathetic God Forsaken Idiotic Chimp Voices bouncing eternally from the lowest deep of Hades to the Upper Stratosphere..Perhaps it will someday make its way to the nearest galaxy and the aliens will curse the day that they came upon the God Forsaken Voices.....God........im tired........but hey! What can I do?? Their just having fun!?? Its not that I can petition a complain to the Branggay Kagawads....because THEY ARE THE BARANGGAY KAGAWADS!!! ahhh...fuck this day.... oh well... another one of this perfect God Damn Day that I have to live in this God Damn Forsaken Place..with this God Damn Life.........
Anyways... as I said a million times..the things above just serves as an introduction. Just to share a bit of shit that I've been experiencing every day of my life.. The topic...hmm..oh Yes! Its about a movie. Well my girlfriend just decided to brighten the day by watching Dear John. Please spare me the crap to say that Im just an old guy who does not appreciate arts...because I am not going to talk about that. Im not that shallow idiot.... Im here to talk about how humans admire aesthetics.. you know.. the good old stuff...the face..the height.. the body... you know it gets me thinking..WHY do people love people that are pretty? This applies to guys mind you.... Pretty Girls..Pretty Boys...Rich Guys, Heiress Socialite Bitches...why is there an 'A-List'? Why? Why? Why?
Why are they above ordinary blokes like us?? Hmm I wonder... why because they have six packs? Or they have chest to die for? Or boobs for girls? Perhaps their pretty adoring faces? Hmm.. is that really it? Society worships beautiful people because their beautiful? Is that it? Is that the best we can do? Oh common!! Can we not think of any other excuse to worship them as gods? As above mortals like us? My God..how stupid can we get? Honestly this is an all time low... hahaha..I mean WOW.. that's it huh? your pretty, we treat you better, Well.What exactly is beautiful? Can we define what is beautiful? Im quite sure that all of you guys there will say.."AHA! Ofcourse a beautiful girl will certainly be a chinita, with long black hair, reddish cheek, white satin skin, big boobs (don't you dare forget about boobs!!), nice hips, big beautifully shaped ass (Oh YEAH!)." Nice! Nice description there buddy! Well here's the deal...you may have misinterpreted my question. The question is.. "Define beauty." I did not said "Copy the shit out of a porn magazine (art magazine??naaah) and tell me what it says about beautiful chicks." so there? Do you have an idea of Beautiful Girls? Or Guys if your gay or a girl.. Of course you have.. we all have our own description of beauty. And your pretty damn stupid if you don't or perhaps you have a Schizoid Personality Disorder (it is advised to stop reading this blog and go to the nearest clinician).
The point is.. if we all have a different opinion with regards to beauty then why the hell do we see the same fucking face in this pathetic excuse for a society? Do you know the answer to that?
Im guessing your not..or im guessing that your guess is utterly wrong.. Its simple.. Its hardwired to our genes yet again. And yes.. this is also the reason why pretty people are treated better than all of us ordinary blokes. Get it? Well..if you used your eyes rather than looking at your classmates' panties (God forbid briefs......tsk tsk) when we were in elementary you will notice that the Crush ng Bayan' were the gods of our batch. Its like a Greek Pantheon were in the cutest guy is Zeus and the Prettiest Girl with a Flower patterned Yellow Panties is Hera, together with a host of greek lesser gods they rule the highschool with an iron fist. "Don't confuse me for a loser in highschool....I had my share of the glory...im just not stupid to let that silly thing past my mind.." Did it not dawn in your puny mind that the reason why they have ruled is because you let them rule...because you yourself have worshiped them as gods!? You treated them like gods and you most certainly would have sacrificed your life to get a glimpse of their glorious hallowed faces..........wow..... that is nice.. i mean.. their just people.. people with pretty faces... and then we adore them. Why? As mentioned.. it is hardwired in our brain. Believe it or not, our minds are programmed to like people with pretty faces (relative to the culture that is...). Scientists have explained that most often that not, we (the whole world) is programmed by our genes to like and adore children..its another survival trait handed down by our ancestors through the years. And it is a damn good trait. Its one of those survival genes that greatly affected our dominance in this world. I mean think about it.. if we adore children so much.. then we will do what it takes for them to survive... and if the answer is STILL not obvious to you...CHILDREN bears our Genes...i mean the whole gene pool its not like you went to another cave to fuck his wife...NO..not like that. Children is the future..cliche but its true..hence if the little buggers survive then the specie Homo Sapien survives. Not surprisingly that trait exists within us right now.. "Okay.. so what's the point?". My friend the point is simple... if you just stop talking and listen to your degenerating brain then you will see the obvious similar characteristics of Beautiful People to Children...or should I say 'Youth'. Yep... that's the Magic Word! Youth! Silky Satin White Skin..GooGoo Gaga Eyes...can't you see the similarities?? Yes.. that's it.. its simple as that.
Society as we know it worships and adores this 'A-listers' because of a genetic trait that automatically kicks in if we see youthful faces. So for all of those...not so lucky persons (like me)..who looks NOT youthful will most likely be shunned and treated for a god damn trash that we are. It is as simple as that. All we have to do is be a man and suck it up.. oh yeah for the girls your free to cry all you want but the world will not change. Our genes will change eventually but.. it takes millions of years..so its just better to suck it all up.
For people who thinks..then there is hope. We should understand them... you know.. the ordinary people... They treat others better because their genes dictates it to them..im guessing that their neuro electrical path ways between their frontal lobes are damaged or a god afwul mess...just like my shit in the morning..all messed up..yeah not good.
So there it is.. a yet simple answer for another supposed complicated god damn question. People will be people.. and people are inherently slave to their genetic traits. Especially those who are not particularly 'bright'.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Kung Fu Fighting 5-29-10
Evening here at Sisa..hmm a very conducive time to write a blog..NOT! hahaha
Anyways..im afraid i don't have much of an introduction to this day's snips and bits of my mind. I guess I am still a little tired after spending almost half my day at G.S. enrolling. Would you believe that i was so tired that I even didn't try to play PC games? Wow..for me that is really disconcerting. My girlfriend was out to attend a fashion thing in SMX MOA hence I was left alone to do my favorite thing, i.e., watch TV. "Im still normal people.." So there.. i was..surfing what the channels have to offer "trust me on this.. bayantel cable does not have much to offer." and chance upon Kung Fu Panda. Since I was bored and tired to even turn on my PC and play i decided to stick around at HBO and watch Kung Fu Panda. I enjoyed it a lot and surprisingly it turned my brain juice once again.
There is a scene wherein Po was very much afraid and decided to run away because of the coming enemy. The Enemy Tai Long was the complete anti-thesis of Po. Po is fat and a loser, but Tai Long is a perfect martial artist. He was strong, tall, muscular, agile, fit, imposing, confident and pretty much everything that a guy in a billboard wearing nothing but his underwear will look like. I understand the Panda, should you find yourself in front of an enormous wall blocking your way to your goal is it not just natural to feel fear? Who would not be afraid? Is there a person in this world who did not feel any fear in his life? To fear the obstacles that comes along the way? Lemme think about that.......hmm.. NO ONE!! We have experienced fear...we are still experiencing fear..and it is most likely that sometime in the future we will experience fear again.
A lot of people will say.."HA!! ME Afraid?? NEVER!!" idiot..... fear is genetically encoded in each and every fiber of our being. It is secreted by our brain to protect us from danger. And believe me it did its job perfectly. Even an idiot will acknowledge that Pre-historic Earth is not as safe and fluffy than it is today. Earth back then is a green......hell.. if your lucky you make one wrong move and your dead. If your super lucky you make a wrong move and your arms or legs..or both is eaten by a reptile the size of bus. If your unlucky you find your guts spilling all around you as you are eaten bit by bit by a bunch of tiny little dinosaurs feasting your entrails while you are eaten half alive begging them to end your misery...and if your extremely lucky your brain will tell you not to go to an open field, run, hide then maybe...just maybe..you'll get a meal to survive for a day. Now how's THAT for a normal part of your day!? Its like, you wake up in a cave, you say good morning to your wife, you say hello to your friends, you stealthily make your way up to a 45degree angle valley to get to the nearest river, try to catch a fish without loosing your hand, make your way down to the valley again to get the fish to your wife, then you see a friend and say hello to him. The problem is, he can't say "hello" back because you noticed that his guts are all over the grass. You move on, you get to your cave, you say hello to your another friend and he says that his friend was eaten alive as well. Then you'll say.. "Tough luck Man..Oh well! Let's eat!". Then you eat the fish with your wife and you go to sleep. Tomorrow it will be the same again.
Well.. when you live in an Earth like that.. it is perfectly normal that our brain has adapted to fear the unknown. To protect us just as it protected our ancestors.
Can it be that this emotion that has protected us from thousands of years is the one that is holding us back? The answer may be yes... however we should always remember that the answer can truly be found on ourselves. We are always chasing something in life. It can be a career, it can be a girl, it can be a certain food, or an event or something else. But one thing is for sure, there will always be an obstacle. When you find yourself thinking, 'WHAT the Hell Have I done wrong to deserve this!?' then maybe you should look again. Perhaps you were looking for the answer in the wrong place or perhaps in the wrong time..
I kind of like the central idea of Kung Fu Panda. Its moral story can be applied to life. The moral is....'There is no secret ingredient.'
So that's it! Eureka! There is no secret... Ofcourse an ass would say.."Hey just buy this self-help book man! It really works! You know! You just have to read the secrets of the best business men in the world and you'll get rich!".... you know what? That's a lot of BULL.. There is no secret..you just have to believe. To look past the Subcutaneous Fat, to look past the acne ridden holes in your face, and perhaps the layer upon layer of adipose tissue in your mid region and really see......see what is inside you. And don't give me that stupid and pathetic excuse that what's inside you are organs and blood.. No..Im not talking about that.. The REAL you..The Inner You...what who you really are.. your Strengths, your weaknesses, your likes, dislikes, your dreams, your goals, and what you can really do. Just look, don't be afraid of the answer..believe in yourself. Because believe me no chicken soup can help you past what you are dealing right now if YOU.. do not believe in yourself. Things will happen, and things will don't. Its a part of life...Even if Human Beings are weak relative to the marvelous creatures in this world, i know for a certain fact that there is a reason why we are the dominant species here... may be its time for you to find out... that the reason is..
Nothing. Its ourselves. Plain and simple.
And what about fear you say? Common! I thought you already knew the answer!? Fear is a part of life, as death. But without FEAR......there can be no COURAGE. Without DEATH...there can be no LIFE.
Anyways..im afraid i don't have much of an introduction to this day's snips and bits of my mind. I guess I am still a little tired after spending almost half my day at G.S. enrolling. Would you believe that i was so tired that I even didn't try to play PC games? Wow..for me that is really disconcerting. My girlfriend was out to attend a fashion thing in SMX MOA hence I was left alone to do my favorite thing, i.e., watch TV. "Im still normal people.." So there.. i was..surfing what the channels have to offer "trust me on this.. bayantel cable does not have much to offer." and chance upon Kung Fu Panda. Since I was bored and tired to even turn on my PC and play i decided to stick around at HBO and watch Kung Fu Panda. I enjoyed it a lot and surprisingly it turned my brain juice once again.
There is a scene wherein Po was very much afraid and decided to run away because of the coming enemy. The Enemy Tai Long was the complete anti-thesis of Po. Po is fat and a loser, but Tai Long is a perfect martial artist. He was strong, tall, muscular, agile, fit, imposing, confident and pretty much everything that a guy in a billboard wearing nothing but his underwear will look like. I understand the Panda, should you find yourself in front of an enormous wall blocking your way to your goal is it not just natural to feel fear? Who would not be afraid? Is there a person in this world who did not feel any fear in his life? To fear the obstacles that comes along the way? Lemme think about that.......hmm.. NO ONE!! We have experienced fear...we are still experiencing fear..and it is most likely that sometime in the future we will experience fear again.
A lot of people will say.."HA!! ME Afraid?? NEVER!!" idiot..... fear is genetically encoded in each and every fiber of our being. It is secreted by our brain to protect us from danger. And believe me it did its job perfectly. Even an idiot will acknowledge that Pre-historic Earth is not as safe and fluffy than it is today. Earth back then is a green......hell.. if your lucky you make one wrong move and your dead. If your super lucky you make a wrong move and your arms or legs..or both is eaten by a reptile the size of bus. If your unlucky you find your guts spilling all around you as you are eaten bit by bit by a bunch of tiny little dinosaurs feasting your entrails while you are eaten half alive begging them to end your misery...and if your extremely lucky your brain will tell you not to go to an open field, run, hide then maybe...just maybe..you'll get a meal to survive for a day. Now how's THAT for a normal part of your day!? Its like, you wake up in a cave, you say good morning to your wife, you say hello to your friends, you stealthily make your way up to a 45degree angle valley to get to the nearest river, try to catch a fish without loosing your hand, make your way down to the valley again to get the fish to your wife, then you see a friend and say hello to him. The problem is, he can't say "hello" back because you noticed that his guts are all over the grass. You move on, you get to your cave, you say hello to your another friend and he says that his friend was eaten alive as well. Then you'll say.. "Tough luck Man..Oh well! Let's eat!". Then you eat the fish with your wife and you go to sleep. Tomorrow it will be the same again.
Well.. when you live in an Earth like that.. it is perfectly normal that our brain has adapted to fear the unknown. To protect us just as it protected our ancestors.
Can it be that this emotion that has protected us from thousands of years is the one that is holding us back? The answer may be yes... however we should always remember that the answer can truly be found on ourselves. We are always chasing something in life. It can be a career, it can be a girl, it can be a certain food, or an event or something else. But one thing is for sure, there will always be an obstacle. When you find yourself thinking, 'WHAT the Hell Have I done wrong to deserve this!?' then maybe you should look again. Perhaps you were looking for the answer in the wrong place or perhaps in the wrong time..
I kind of like the central idea of Kung Fu Panda. Its moral story can be applied to life. The moral is....'There is no secret ingredient.'
So that's it! Eureka! There is no secret... Ofcourse an ass would say.."Hey just buy this self-help book man! It really works! You know! You just have to read the secrets of the best business men in the world and you'll get rich!".... you know what? That's a lot of BULL.. There is no secret..you just have to believe. To look past the Subcutaneous Fat, to look past the acne ridden holes in your face, and perhaps the layer upon layer of adipose tissue in your mid region and really see......see what is inside you. And don't give me that stupid and pathetic excuse that what's inside you are organs and blood.. No..Im not talking about that.. The REAL you..The Inner You...what who you really are.. your Strengths, your weaknesses, your likes, dislikes, your dreams, your goals, and what you can really do. Just look, don't be afraid of the answer..believe in yourself. Because believe me no chicken soup can help you past what you are dealing right now if YOU.. do not believe in yourself. Things will happen, and things will don't. Its a part of life...Even if Human Beings are weak relative to the marvelous creatures in this world, i know for a certain fact that there is a reason why we are the dominant species here... may be its time for you to find out... that the reason is..
Nothing. Its ourselves. Plain and simple.
And what about fear you say? Common! I thought you already knew the answer!? Fear is a part of life, as death. But without FEAR......there can be no COURAGE. Without DEATH...there can be no LIFE.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
House Moment 5-28-10
Friday..most of us folks are feeling a rush of energy imagining a last day of work before we get a pretty pathetic 2 days of rest. Rest?? HA! Weekends full of other responsibilities, like doing the laundry, cleaning our house, going to the market place and ofcourse treating our Girlfriends out for a nice date. Well..it was what i expected it to be.. but sad to say i woke up very very late in my work and decided 'Ah..the hell with it.. I'm not going to work! Ill have a bonafide REST DAY!' hence i text my sup and said some stuff to be excused.
Anyways.. stuff above is not really the topic here..
What really concerned me is the on going war inside my head when i just woke up last 6am. "HEY!! its not late!" Well most of you people are very lucky to have a normal job, for your information 6am is already late because i work as a slave for a BPO company. Okay where were we? Ah yes! The war.. its pretty weird considering that our minds are considered suspended on a limbo when we just woke up.. but unfortunately my mind is hardwired a little different than most people. So there.. the infinite battle between warring factions inside my head drums, as i open my eyes and peek to reality. The reality hits me that..HEY! YOUR LATE MAN! But you know what? Another voice creeps in and says...Why Waste your time for a mere 700+ a day? When we can simply text your sup and say that you are sick or something?
Hmm..that really hit the spot! Sweet! Sweet! Spot!
The sound of freedom! Wow.. dont you think that it is the one thing that all of us blocs are searching for all our lives? To be free of all this responsibilities, hardships, work? I know that some you guys will say "Nah..Im happy as it is! I love my career, I love what I do and it gives me purpose!" Come on..did it not dawn in your mind for once or twice in your life to just simply LET GO! Get away from all of this! TO just be free! OF COURSE it happens! We are not divine angels who are unfortunately decided and tied to our fate and responsibilities! We humans are simply animals with a HUGE BRAIN...and animals as we know it wants to have fun once in a while..to be free! So it is simply not surprising to see that animals even though adults, takes the time to simply swing on trees and play with other adults. You can even see it on dogs.. one minute their just sitting around watching the people go by.. then one minute their out there running playing with other dogs and will only come back to their masters when they need food or rest. Or maybe im just sick of it all...sick of all this nonsense going on around me. As one my favorite bands says 'We are, we know, we see, we think for you..The who, the what, the when, the where, the why' im sick of that crap.. control..order..
Hey! Don't confuse me as an anarchist! I love rules, i love order and i know well enough that control brings about order. And order makes us secured...all feeling fluffy inside.. but i guess when you see that all around you people are being manipulated by a group of people who are just doing it for their own profit then YOU will see that this order is a fake one. All around me, every conversation is just like a telenovela, or should I say right out from a telenovela.. all topics straight from a tv show. The worst part is.. the tv shows are just about a bunch of teenagers throwing teen angst against one another. And being logical and the supreme specie in this world.. we view it as cute, charming, and to die for..wow.........great! Thousands of years of Human Evolution! An exponential increase in our intelligence and we all end up here.....TV shows......women crying...women with big boobs crying (personally the boobs are okay to me)...bunch of kids crying.....bunch of men killing each other.. bunch of men half-naked in tights hugging each other and they call it fight.....bunch of men running around and they call it sports.....WOW
If Adam was an immortal and see this 'society' drooling over young singing boys with girls hacking and killing each other just so they get a glimpse of him, and not to mention radio stations taking advantage of this gross stupidity for the profits of a few. Better yet bunch of adults who will do whatever it takes to be rich even to sacrifice all sense of justice and morality. He would be completely disappointed.... he would have said "God Damn!! I should have castrated myself or just copulated with a donkey to spare my children this hell." Amen to that..
You know what Adam?? You should have just castrated your manhood...
Imagine yourself waking up to this society..to this pinnacle of human evolution.."Hey..im not stupid!..this does not mean that we stopped evolving..believe me every species continue to evolve it is just that in our case most of the time it leads to cancer... YEY! To modern processed instant foods! Yey to sedentary lifestyle! YEY! to carpal tunnel syndrome because of work that does not let you get up from your PC for 8 hours straight!"..ah yes.. society in its peak of glory.. bunch of idiots if you ask me.. everyday you get up from the one place you consider heaven (sleep, dreams) and descend to hell wherein every people controlled by the media talks about the same God Damn thing over and over again...sick...
I yearn for the good old years... where everyone can think...where everyone was not defined by what brand of shoes their wearing...where everyone can be someone who they want to be...not someone you know..where everyone can look at the Marvel of Nature and imagine that dwarfs have lived there to mine golds.. where everyone is free to imagine, to order as they see fit..to live a life worth living..to marvel at its beauty.
Life..we only get ONE chance. I suggest we do some thinking before it is too late.
Anyways.. stuff above is not really the topic here..
What really concerned me is the on going war inside my head when i just woke up last 6am. "HEY!! its not late!" Well most of you people are very lucky to have a normal job, for your information 6am is already late because i work as a slave for a BPO company. Okay where were we? Ah yes! The war.. its pretty weird considering that our minds are considered suspended on a limbo when we just woke up.. but unfortunately my mind is hardwired a little different than most people. So there.. the infinite battle between warring factions inside my head drums, as i open my eyes and peek to reality. The reality hits me that..HEY! YOUR LATE MAN! But you know what? Another voice creeps in and says...Why Waste your time for a mere 700+ a day? When we can simply text your sup and say that you are sick or something?
Hmm..that really hit the spot! Sweet! Sweet! Spot!
The sound of freedom! Wow.. dont you think that it is the one thing that all of us blocs are searching for all our lives? To be free of all this responsibilities, hardships, work? I know that some you guys will say "Nah..Im happy as it is! I love my career, I love what I do and it gives me purpose!" Come on..did it not dawn in your mind for once or twice in your life to just simply LET GO! Get away from all of this! TO just be free! OF COURSE it happens! We are not divine angels who are unfortunately decided and tied to our fate and responsibilities! We humans are simply animals with a HUGE BRAIN...and animals as we know it wants to have fun once in a while..to be free! So it is simply not surprising to see that animals even though adults, takes the time to simply swing on trees and play with other adults. You can even see it on dogs.. one minute their just sitting around watching the people go by.. then one minute their out there running playing with other dogs and will only come back to their masters when they need food or rest. Or maybe im just sick of it all...sick of all this nonsense going on around me. As one my favorite bands says 'We are, we know, we see, we think for you..The who, the what, the when, the where, the why' im sick of that crap.. control..order..
Hey! Don't confuse me as an anarchist! I love rules, i love order and i know well enough that control brings about order. And order makes us secured...all feeling fluffy inside.. but i guess when you see that all around you people are being manipulated by a group of people who are just doing it for their own profit then YOU will see that this order is a fake one. All around me, every conversation is just like a telenovela, or should I say right out from a telenovela.. all topics straight from a tv show. The worst part is.. the tv shows are just about a bunch of teenagers throwing teen angst against one another. And being logical and the supreme specie in this world.. we view it as cute, charming, and to die for..wow.........great! Thousands of years of Human Evolution! An exponential increase in our intelligence and we all end up here.....TV shows......women crying...women with big boobs crying (personally the boobs are okay to me)...bunch of kids crying.....bunch of men killing each other.. bunch of men half-naked in tights hugging each other and they call it fight.....bunch of men running around and they call it sports.....WOW
If Adam was an immortal and see this 'society' drooling over young singing boys with girls hacking and killing each other just so they get a glimpse of him, and not to mention radio stations taking advantage of this gross stupidity for the profits of a few. Better yet bunch of adults who will do whatever it takes to be rich even to sacrifice all sense of justice and morality. He would be completely disappointed.... he would have said "God Damn!! I should have castrated myself or just copulated with a donkey to spare my children this hell." Amen to that..
You know what Adam?? You should have just castrated your manhood...
Imagine yourself waking up to this society..to this pinnacle of human evolution.."Hey..im not stupid!..this does not mean that we stopped evolving..believe me every species continue to evolve it is just that in our case most of the time it leads to cancer... YEY! To modern processed instant foods! Yey to sedentary lifestyle! YEY! to carpal tunnel syndrome because of work that does not let you get up from your PC for 8 hours straight!"..ah yes.. society in its peak of glory.. bunch of idiots if you ask me.. everyday you get up from the one place you consider heaven (sleep, dreams) and descend to hell wherein every people controlled by the media talks about the same God Damn thing over and over again...sick...
I yearn for the good old years... where everyone can think...where everyone was not defined by what brand of shoes their wearing...where everyone can be someone who they want to be...not someone you know..where everyone can look at the Marvel of Nature and imagine that dwarfs have lived there to mine golds.. where everyone is free to imagine, to order as they see fit..to live a life worth living..to marvel at its beauty.
Life..we only get ONE chance. I suggest we do some thinking before it is too late.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
FX Moment 5-27-10
Ordinary Person, what do we really mean by being an average Ordinary Person? Some people would say a person who is a mediocre. Mediocre in what aspect? Is it mediocre in skills? In looks? On his career? What makes up a mediocre person? Strings of questions running to and fro in my mind while I enter the PUV. It really is kind of disappointing to see that a person’s obstacles will not end. It will continue on indefinitely and maybe haunt you for the rest of your life. Obstacles, hmm.. maybe let us just assume that it is challenges that we must all overcome in order to live. Or to experience life. What if you could see that all around you people are losing those challenges.. To see that further resistance is utterly pathetic and futile. That’s something to think about. Now, why do an average human come to that conclusion? Because he is a loser.. or maybe because he is a mediocre with not enough drive? Drive.. how do we define drive? Can we name a factor affecting that so called Human Drive? Or human perseverance? Perhaps human resilience.. words words words.. all of it. A word is just a word.. maybe what really matters is its connection to what we think or feel at that particular moment. Okay.. so drive.. what makes a human fight? To resist, to adapt, and to continue living amidst all the challenges presented to him by fate or whatever you call it. I don’t know about any of you, but I believe that humans fight because of Hope. The last curse to leave the box of Pandora. That bastard Epimetheus should have just copulated the hell out of Pandora and left the box as is. Yet here we are with hope. Is it really a curse to have hope? Undying Hope that will inspire and motivate us to resist and continue living? I don’t have an answer to that ofcourse.. and I would like to leave at that for the time being. Hope is such a vague connection that it will need another entry to discuss. Perhaps if I think of it again whilst sitting on the middle seat of an FX contorted in pain just to make room for three more persons trying to get to their work.
So where we? Ah yes… humans fight because of hope. According to all the stories that I have ever heard in all my life, its the number one reason for resisting. Sure, people will say.. ‘Hey! I did it for Love Idiot!’ or ‘No.. I did it for my family!’ or ‘I did it for myself’ or ‘I live to make a better future’ or better yet.. ‘World Peace..’. Oh common!! Do you not see its common denominator? It all boils down to hope my friend. As plain and as simple as that..heck we can translate all of clichés above like ‘I continue to make our relationship work because im hoping that she can live me back as much as I love her’. 2nd ‘I continue the struggle because im hoping that my family will have a better future’. 3rd ‘I am hoping that my life would get better.’. and 4th ‘fuck me, I dunno what im talking about, im just pretty.’
See?
Ofcourse I might be wrong.. Hey! No one’s perfect! But I sincerely believe that hope is humans’ simultaneous source of greatest strength and weakness. It makes us fight to the end yet makes us refuse to see the inevitable. The crushing threat of defeat looming everlasting above our puny little minds.. just like the sword of Damocles.
Think of it this way…
A battalion of Gendarmes Cavalry charges head on… one lone figure stands in the way.. a peasant with no equipment but pitchfork and clothes behind his back..
What will he do? Will he retreat? Shall he surrender…no my friend.. he will fight. Its not because he has a big heart, or divine or providence or any other romantic stuff. He will fight to the end in hopes that he may have a better life in the Elysian Fields.. in hopes that after this enormous challenge he will rise up in triumph! Only to fail flat in our stupid faces ..
as we curse the gods for our hopeless debacle who will we turn to? Is it the fault of the gods? Is it our faults? Well.. its up to us decide.. we all have a different opinion to that.
But one thing is for sure, it is better to die standing rather than live kneeling.
We are only humans, we can not and will not emerge victorious to all stuff that fate will throw at us. But as long as we do what we have to do, to fight even though we know that there really is no chance.. we will emerge knowing that we did our best.. and maybe,
Just maybe we will find what were really looking for…PACE.
So where we? Ah yes… humans fight because of hope. According to all the stories that I have ever heard in all my life, its the number one reason for resisting. Sure, people will say.. ‘Hey! I did it for Love Idiot!’ or ‘No.. I did it for my family!’ or ‘I did it for myself’ or ‘I live to make a better future’ or better yet.. ‘World Peace..’. Oh common!! Do you not see its common denominator? It all boils down to hope my friend. As plain and as simple as that..heck we can translate all of clichés above like ‘I continue to make our relationship work because im hoping that she can live me back as much as I love her’. 2nd ‘I continue the struggle because im hoping that my family will have a better future’. 3rd ‘I am hoping that my life would get better.’. and 4th ‘fuck me, I dunno what im talking about, im just pretty.’
See?
Ofcourse I might be wrong.. Hey! No one’s perfect! But I sincerely believe that hope is humans’ simultaneous source of greatest strength and weakness. It makes us fight to the end yet makes us refuse to see the inevitable. The crushing threat of defeat looming everlasting above our puny little minds.. just like the sword of Damocles.
Think of it this way…
A battalion of Gendarmes Cavalry charges head on… one lone figure stands in the way.. a peasant with no equipment but pitchfork and clothes behind his back..
What will he do? Will he retreat? Shall he surrender…no my friend.. he will fight. Its not because he has a big heart, or divine or providence or any other romantic stuff. He will fight to the end in hopes that he may have a better life in the Elysian Fields.. in hopes that after this enormous challenge he will rise up in triumph! Only to fail flat in our stupid faces ..
as we curse the gods for our hopeless debacle who will we turn to? Is it the fault of the gods? Is it our faults? Well.. its up to us decide.. we all have a different opinion to that.
But one thing is for sure, it is better to die standing rather than live kneeling.
We are only humans, we can not and will not emerge victorious to all stuff that fate will throw at us. But as long as we do what we have to do, to fight even though we know that there really is no chance.. we will emerge knowing that we did our best.. and maybe,
Just maybe we will find what were really looking for…PACE.
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