Super Psycho
super psycho(n.) an immensely disturbed individual who is obsessed with ranting, whining, and blabbering about his life. severely unstable and emotionally undefined, a super psycho should always be dealt with at a distance greater than 50 feet and, with some few doses of aspirin.
Nickname:Elp, Elf, Elfer, Elper, Emper, Empermeen, Buknoy, Boknoy, Bok, Mallawee Age: I am 15. And I mean it. Address: Honestly? Favorite Color: Green, Orange Favorite Food: Rodic's Jumbosilog Motto in Life: Abolish our selves. Favorite High School Subject: Biology Most Hated High School Subject: Values Education Most Unforgettable Experience: When I abolished my self. Most Embarrassing Experience: When I abolished my self. Who is your Crush: My self. Do you think autograph questions are dumb?: Super. So why are you answering this?: Why do you care. Ambition in Life: To be a Super star. What is Love: Love is what you say when 'horny' doesn't sound right. If you were a deodorant scent, what would you be?: Natural Scent. Your film biopic's title would be: E-pal One word that best describes you: Magnificent. What can you say about PGMA?: She has a mole on her face. How about Josepha Estrada?:His stomach is really big. How about Angel Locsin?:Her face looks too small. Your alter ego's name is: Kokey Dedication: World Peace. Any Last Words?: Rrrawwrr.
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Sunday, May 21, 2006 The Da Vinci Cold: a 2000 year old church, threatened by a movie i. pulled from oblivion i have written about four lines for the introduction of this post, and all of them i erased fearing they might flaw the rather "ambitious illusions" of my blog. honestly if my being allows so, i would like to type anything that would come out of my mind but i'm quite conscious regarding the depth of the things i would write. as much as possible i would like to utilize every word to create the greatest impact possible to the readers. i believe that writing is the power to translate life into letters, not merely emotions, experiences or ideas. i believe that writing is the materialization of the mind, and the mind is infinite, then it is but so that literature is forever. that is why it is so daunting to write, but in the end when every word has satisfied your intellectual purposes, the sight of a paper filled with the fluidity of ink blots makes you strive harder to discover and exploit your capabilities. grasping grains of truth is difficult, especially for writers, but the hardest thing is to let these grains of truth go without losing their essence. what the hell am i talking about, this post is about the "holiness" of your favorite Catholic Church, not my dilemmas as a self-cursing teenage writer!hey! you can't blame me, its 1:30am.. sorry if i am destroying the reputation of my previous posts. for intellectual freedom...(!!!!) ii. dog fight begins i just bought a book entitled "On Christianity, New Age and Reincarnation" by Jaime Licauco. no, this isn't one of those cheap, mentally barren horror books that are supposedly "real" documentations of paranormal crappinness(look, if you REALLY were terrified by these "supernatural" encounters, you won't be too inspired and zesty to even try writing them in (get this) overly stylized filipino grammatical quasi-bravura) in short, they are crap, the rotten apples in a bookstore. know what, the only reason they are actually kept inside these stores is that some hallucinating kids(sometimes adolescents) are mindlessly dishing away their money to buy these trashy horror crap!!! my advise, if you really really want to be scared to death, go grab a glass, a coin, tarot cards, a medium, ouija board, a crystal ball and summon all the horrific entities in the whole universe!although a P99 peso (trashy)book is much much cheaper. anyway, back to that book, it cost me P270 pesosesoses and as i left the counter(at NAtional Book Store) i was cursing (mentally) every person i would meet(in the pathways at SM) because i knew(in my mind) that i didnt have enough money to eat at mcdo(by myself). so i went home, changed clothes, and started reading. hey, im starting to get bored. iii.overnight awakenings the concepts in the book were nothing new to me. i had read some from god-knows-where and i had already been oriented by the davinci code and angels and demons on the intensity on religious shocks that books can cause. so my reaction:"ah, okay." relatively, the concepts in the book were quite grave (even surpassing davinci way,way,way more) but i had somehow extracted them from my self-critique on the flaws of the church(promise!!) i am too lazy to type them here.shit, i have no choice, its my topic!!
iii.and the point is? the point, my dear blog readers is: (the hushed, unbiased version, for religious fanatics) are these the kind of facts that can crumble our very beliefs? (the morbid version, the "realest" "truest" thing i could say about this matter) the fact that these kinds of claims surfaced is already enough for us to doubt the credibility of the Catholic Church. elaboration of a sleepy-head: i am not opposing the concept of the existence of god; i believe in god, no matter what. but, this god is not the god the Catholic church has been preaching, a punishing, jealous, strict, condemning god.but a great being beyond comprehension, an entity that signalled the beginning of the existence of everything, a god full of love and compassion(oohh religiously cheesy). although some claim that god is a force(plato) or the first motion, or a being oblivious due to his blissful perfection(aristotle), i put faith in him. people, this is one of the few things i fail to explain but i incessantly value. just because some things are unexplainable doesn't mean they are not true. just because some things are not yet proven doesn't mean they are false. that is basically my belief, that explanation from the human thought is not the core basis for the authenticity of something. man has tried to explain the concept of god with so many complexities and technicalities, terminologies and jargon, but these were just made to cover up the fact that the human mind is not capable of understanding his being. we are only capable of admiring him, or believeing him. i don't know, honestly. i have yet to discover everything. i feel i still lack the wisdom to satisfy myself with an answer. i don't know. i don't know.or perhaps, i'm just sleepy..what, really?i have some answers, but shit, im sleepy. iii.go on and curse me if you think i am a demonic teenage thinker, i pity you. because you have closed your mind in the false belief that what you have now is the truth. is your truth the universal truth, that is my question. why did you close your mind and satisfy yourself with those beliefs?was it because you are so sure of them, was it because you have analyzed them and found them without flaws? or was it because you don't want to bother yourself with doubting and thinking, because you prefer the convenience of lying on the comforts of your religion while the whole world is thinking? was it because you find considering other beliefs inconvenient? was it because you are afraid that what you believe in may be challenged?was it because you feel that your faith is too weak that even the mildest blow might crumble it? was it because you don't want to be different? was it because you stick to that faith because most people are sticking up to that to?was it because of opposition?was it because you are sure?or, was it because you don't bother, because you don't value your belief enough for you to seek the truth behind it? if you have the most confident answers to all of those questions, with accompanying justifications based on your analytical thinking, critique and intellectual judgment, and when you have considered every aspect of our life, every field of the universal plane and every branch of human knowledge and thinking in the thorough and systematic formulation of your answers, take a good breath and curse me. P.S. sorry for the typos, i am too lazy and sleepy to edit them. and, before you make any conclusions i suggest(not compel) that you buy the book. uii endorsement.you have the will. "When thinking begins with a conclusion, thinking stops."-Jidda Krishnamurti iii. i'm adding something i cannot find the right words to start this chapter. i'm supposed to finish this post with the *wattakowt* quotation of an indian philosopher you never bothered knowing, j.krishnamurti. if you feel so dumb because you don't know him/her, don't because i don't know him/her either, heck i don't even know if he/she is a guy or a girl, i am stupid.what is stupid?i believe i had already answered that. what is the basis of stupidity anyway?because you cannot measure up to what is expected of you by society, then you are stupid? because you failed, then you are stupid?because you lost everything, then you are stupid? stupid is a word that hushes down the referrence to our imperfection. i am stupid because i am too imperfect to choose to be not stupid. i f i am perfect then i could have been capable of isolating myself from the concept of stupidity. but i am imperfect, then i have the right to be stupid, everybody is imperfect, and they don't have the right to call me stupid.calling me stupid will single me out as the imperfect one, which is not correct because evrybody is imperfect, that is in general. but i can be the stupid one of the situation, perhaps because i chose to be imperfect during the occurence of this specific situation. then i can be referred to as the "stupid one of the situation"more appropriately than stupid alone because it is a politically correct way of calling me.it follows every principle of stupidity i have mentioned.i'm so stupid to talk. about stupidity ISANG ANEKDOTANG KAPUPULUTAN NG ARAL NG MGA KABATAAN Si dodi damulag at si babi baboy dodi: babi, this is the alphabet...A..B.. babi, recite the alphabet. babi: oink, oink. dodi: babi, when i ask what your name is, say "my name is chika babi". what is your name? babi: oink, oink. dodi: babi, when i say hi you say hello, when i say hello you say hi. hi! babi:oink, oink. dodi: hello! babi:oink, oink. dodi: babi, william harvey discovered the circulation of blood. babi, who discovered the circulation of blood? babi:oin, oink. dodi: babi, the value of i is the square root of negative one. babi, what is the value of i? babi:oink, oink. dodi: leche kang baboy ka. akala ko kaya kitang turuan. gusto lang naman kitang gisingin sa kamangmangan ng kahayupan mo. binigyan kita ng dunong para lumaya ka sa kahangalan ng kababuyan mong iyan. ngayon, kung ayaw mong makinig o nakikinig ka pero ayaw mo lang intindihin dahil naniniwala ka na ang baboy ay baboy lang, ngumunguya, lumalamon at tumatae buong buhay, pwes, wala akong magagawa, "magpakababoy ka na lang". mga bata, ang aral ng kwento ay: hindi mo pwedeng mabigyan ng edukasyon ang isang baboy na nagpapakababoy.(you can never educate a pig that acts like a pig) ako ang gumawa niyan, do not use without permission from the author.copyright protected (sa utak). 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