I Hate Idiots!

Oh! Girl From Hell, please give me your straw doll and i'll gladly pull the red yarn to let that idiot perish.

Yup, yes guys, you read it right. Im wishing that one of my classmates would perish, and by perishing I mean that he ought to be casted off to a deserted island with no one to offer solace to his monotonous life.

Corny? You think I wish him dead? Fat Chance! I don't wish people death, I just wish them some sort of hell-on-earth kind of scenario.

What made me think to curse him and resent him more than my current temperance can hold, well, here's the story.

It started on a really faithful monday. Yes, faithful mondays, and I don't even know how it became faithful (loser much?). Then second period starts and we have to be grouped according to our grouping in the fish bowl activity (I didnt know why that was fish bowl, because there were no bowls, only fish, and we drew the fish. WTF!). To my misfortune and my other groupmates misfortune, we were still grouped with, uhhmm, I dont know his name, or I just swore never to mention such a vile and disgusting name.

Fact is, I really dont pay attention to him, and we all dont pay attention to him. His a filthy attention seeker that does nothing good in this world and only sleeps to generate nothin in particular. He is lazy! He smells! He is hairy (I think he is related ti Bigfoot or some hairy beasts). He keeps on looking at his foot, scratches it then, smells his hand, pick his nose afterwards, and create booger-balls out of it.

TO SUMMARIZE WHAT HE IS, HE IS A COMPLETE LOSER WHO A NORMAL HUMAN BEING CANT STAY WITH EVEN FOR A FRACTION OF A SECOND. WHEN YOU MEET HIM FACE-TO-FACE, ITS LIKE GOING TO HELL AND BACK, IF YOU SURVIVE THE ENCOUNTER.

I HATE HIM! HE IS SUCH A LOSER! NO PROFANITY IS EVER ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE HIM. THAT IS HOW VILE AND ANNOYING HE IS.

Going back to the story. I wasnt really paying attention to him. Then out of the blue he just said this exact words "You know, the way you talk, you sound like a USED CAR SALESMAN, NO INSULT HERE."

Please forgive me..

PUTANG INA MO DUDE!!

No insult? Yeah right, and princess Diana is going back to life.

What do you mean no insult, you really are stupid! You dont even know what you are talking about! You dont even care you piece of s***!!

You dont care how I talk, you dont care how I do it! Its my way, its my life. Besides you are the only one whose complaining! No one complains, they bear with it, and just try to ask me later what I was talking about!

AND YOU ON THE OTHER HAND THINK YOURE SOME AWESOME GUY WHOSE SO WELL VERSED IN TALKING THAT YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE AND RIDICULE OTHER PEOPLE! HOW DARE YOU! I DONT EVEN COUNT YOU AS A PERSON AND I DONT EVEN TALK TO YOU! YET OUT OF THE BLUE YOU THINK YOURE SOME GREAT SPEAKER!

DIE! F*** Y**!!

PLEASE GO AWAY FROM MY LIFE YOU DEMON!!

YOU ARE A COMPLETE FILTH, A WASTE OF MONEY. HOW COME YOU EVEN PASSED DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY! MAYBE YOUR A WITCH, AND HEXED ALL THE TEST PAPERS!!

YOU MAKE ME SICK! YOU MAKE ME PUKE! YOU MAKE ME THINK THAT A SHIT SMELLS LIKE FLOWER COMPARED TO YOU!!

I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU!
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AND EVERYTIME I REMEMBER THAT TIME, I JUST FUME UP AND MAKE ME THINK WAYS ON HOW TO GET BACK!

PLEASE HELP ME GOD, I NEED RETRIBUTION FOR MY ANGER AND DIVINE INTERVENTION OVER HIS CRUMBLING LIFE..


PS:
PLEASE FORGIVE THE ALL CAPS AND THE PROFANITIES. I'M JUST SO MAD!

Vague - Unseen - Unscathe

Maybe i'm blind, or worse, maybe im deaf, even worse, is that maybe im not paying attention. I have this song stuck in my head singing la-la-la over and over again-prevalent, without pauses. Maybe im delussional for im singing an empty song that resounds on unsensibility. Maybe you deem me psychotic, but psychosis itself is not interjecting the veil that shadows the darkness. Or maybe im a lunatic, begging for the solace that completely resounds nothing.

Tinkering my music box. Crossing a maze. Getting Gyges ring. Learning to fly. Swimming in a pond. Running in a thunderstorm.

Im crazy perhaps if I want to do these things. I want to traverse the unveiled possibilities that is hidden between a tantamount of mist. I want to cross a boundary that remains unscathe, a boundary that leaves me gasping for air when I resurface the water. A boundary that leaves me wet when I cross a sea of flames, and a boundary that still makes me a prisoner to my own desires.

Let me count the ways in which my redemption could somehow overshadow my failures. Let me disprove the ways in which my redemptions are all but futile. I will make you see what things I hold. But, I will also make you blind when you question me what lies in my palms.

Let us see what tomorrow beholds, at when nightfall starts, let us see where the lights will take us..

Positivism

Tagumpay!

Yes, that is my battlecry for todays undertakings.

I guess I rather start out positive so I could get positive results, like if you want something, the whole conspires for you to achieve it (Paolo Coelho much?), that sort of thing. So if I really want to finish this "monster", then I might as well hope that I could really finish it.

MP - the monsters that terrorizes the lives of Computer Science students.
- if you're not a computer geek, prepared your self sucked into a roller coaster of demise and intellectual death(is it just me?).

Thats how I define MP, but, take note of the but, i'm still positive that I can finish this before the week would end (hopefully).

I know its quite vulgar and rash to define a lifeless thing as a monster that sucks out your intelligence. It really is true for me, or am I just a plain passivist over things that challenges the intellectual capability.

Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe i'll abstain.

But one thing is rest assured, I will finish finish this, even though the funds are low and the stakes are high.

*Rest if you must, but don't you quit*

Starting New, Starting Fresh

Yes, that's right, i would be starting out with my blogspot again..

Call It divine intervention or something that I would once again write blogs that I once left stagnant over some time. You might as well juxtapose this new blog to my old one's.

Heck, this time, i'm starting all over again, starting over when twilight has finished its ballad and the crimson has started to sing its songs. I'm starting all over again, over the ironies that engulf the prestige that has once been downrooted to the depths of the land below. This time, I would be writing over the pleasures that sweeps over the ecstacy when euphoria has failed to save the inert lunacy that has taken place.

Lunacy...


Ecstacy...


Now that I think of those words, I get by a roller coaster sensations that makes me want to go overboard my current limits. Overboard the present norm that I am bounded to. And overboard the routinary prison that I am chained in.

Laugh with me...


Cry with me...


Lets make fun out of senseless things...


Lets make fun over people who sleep over when the bells toll...


Lets fly over the sky when the birds already failed their flight...


Lets live when the other failed to be immortal...


Lets create ironies when the world creates metaphors...


Lets say yes when they say no, and say no when they say yes...


Lets jump even when we dont want to...


Lets laugh when others are crying...


and lets rejoice, even when theres nothing to celebrate about...


I would once again face the ironies that chained me to the world of literary heresy. But those were the chains that made me a prisoner to my own desires. I want to be free but I dont want.

Let's wait and see when tomorrow's dusk is replaced yesterdays dawn.

Let's smile when lightning flashes over a rainbow.

Let's cry when I became free of the chains that bound me to my world.

I Done Thirty Percent of My MP!

******a!!!

I've done my freakin' machine problem(probably 30% but that's a lot).

But, what made me seem like really stupid that, for a lot of hours yesterday, today up to this time, I wasted a lot of time contemplating on what the error was, and you want to know what it is?

You really want to??

IT WAS JUST A FREAKIN' FUDGIN' AND DELIRIOUSLY CAPITAL LETTER. A CAPITAL LETTER D THAT MADE MY LIFE HELL FOR HOURS AND HOURS OF THINKING OF THE POSSIBLE LINKER ERROR!.

But still, i'm quite happy that I was able to find a solution to my problem, even though it costed me time, a freakin headache and a throbbing teeth...

Dude! These are the things you get to experience in CCS - DLSU..

*I'm shuddering from the aircon, my head is aching so much maybe i would eat, to make it feel better*

The MP Mind Monologue..

11:11 am October 23, 2008


Sitting in a far corner of the schools conservatory (please no, i'm not a priest nor a nun), while contemplating over an impossible feat of giving a solution to an intellectual problem, the machine problem.

11:13 am

I'm still sitting in that far corner, with my nose almost pressed to my laptop's screen, thinking of ways on how to debug this single error:

[Linker error] undefined reference to `display'

ld returned 1 exit status

I don't get it, I passed all the balues necessary for it to be read in the main function.

BUMMER!

11:15 am

I was able to create a unified structure that has all the variables in it so my freakin' compiler would have no difficult time tracing my codes.

*shuddering while pressing f9*

still no luck, it still showed the same error, maybe somethings wrong with my codes, I must check it, maybe I had forgotten than semi-colon.

NO! I DON'T HAVE OTHER ERRORS BUT THAT LINKER...

*shuddering and looking at the screen*

I have these variables correct and these, and that, maybe this is wrong, no! It's row wise so I should have nRow there, yes maybe this one has to be here and this should be, NO! aAnswer should be this and that, maybe cLetters would be passed, but I already tired that one. maybe this, ok lets try f9 again..

******a!

no luck!

11:20

Im on the verge of giving up, maybe just maybe I would have my last shot, and my last laugh.

Okay, I will still try...

I'm not giving up, wait for me oh' citadel of knowledge I shall be able to pledge my allegiance than no sooner than you say that the damsel is once again in distress...

In An Idle MInd : Myself

What in the world would I compose in an empty stretch of electronic paper with an idle mind?

Would it be psychotic thoughts that run amock in my mind amidst my shallow shell?

Would I waste my so-called "golden time" to relate my happiness, misery, anger, or my superficial human exhausts?

Would I care if I was provoked by the entire society I seemingly not even a single care in the world I would ponder at?

Let me look for ways in which I could waste my time, waste my energy, waste anything left to be wasted.

I can't seem to find my place in the world, and that's my biggest problem, thank you very much. I always stare at nothing in particular, contemplating if I was a complete failure or whether i would emerge victorious.