Thursday, March 27, 2008

The End of the World - My Prophecy

It has always been prophesized by delusional religious nuts that the end of the world will come at the arrival of some influential individual against the teachings of ignorant people who don't know the difference between a burning bush and, er, a BURNING BUSH!

As much as I really despise the selfish totalitarian nature of religion I agree with its prediction of the end of the world. However, my ending is much more dark and depressing for those who can't stomach it.

It was always believed that our timely demise would be brought on by an onset of a war. In fact, for me it is just the opposite. There will be no wars, there will be no famine or disease to wipe out our race. Our existence is too vast and too far to be killed off.

The end of the world will not come as the death of our planet by artificial or natural means. In fact, it is moot that anyone of us today will ever see it.

The way the end of the world happens has nothing to do with the destruction of physical things. It is not the end of the world but the end of OUR world.

We are systematically destroying ourselves. You think that watching people torn to pieces by suicide bombers is a means for us to feel sorry for the world? No! It is the world's means of numbing society from the atrocities of the grotesque nature of humans. You see people die everyday and eventually we start to think that's how the world goes. Acceptance and passivity is the catalyst of our demise.

The end of the world does not end with the destruction of matter but the destruction of the mind and the soul. Everyday a human being succumbs to HIS own end of the world. Our soul, our conscience and our minds are totally absorbed on what the collective society defines.

It's when we don't care; it's when we stop holding on to values and play God; and, of course, it's when we stop believing in the paranormal and divine bullshit fabricated by our ancestors. Time will come when you will not feel sorry for anything at all. Then again, with or without them these have always been the traits of humans. To put it bluntly, the end of the world as these prophecies have foretold are nothing more than man's dismissal of past beliefs and the birthing of new ones - new ones that will again foretell of the demise of their existence if we don't follow them. It is the loss of our humanity and the acceptance of that loss that we cease to be.

This is how the world ends. Has your world ended yet?

Friday, March 21, 2008


Nothing beats the life of a criminal. Sure, being on the opposide side of the law has your future in infamy but the freedom of doing and getting what you want, when you want it, with people grobling at your feet is pretty much what anyone with exceedingly high ambitions would take.

An upcoming action movie Wanted with Morgan Freeman's voiceover in the life of an assassin had rekindled my fantasies of being society's informal executioner. God's little population controller. Killing someone is just as similar as dying from famine or disease. It's God's way of keeping the human race in check.

I often fantasized about being the judge of who lives and who dies in this world. I try not to think about who wants who shot. The higher power wills his demise for the violent trip back home. The movie was right, why choose to be the sheep in society when you can be the wolf who decides society's fate? Why live a pathetic life of rank and file getting paid by people who wouldn't even hesitate with a conscience to kill your source of survival in today's world? Why be morally and socially murdered by people who are no different and, more often than not, inferior from us? We live as slaves what we define are 'agreed' rules. What if we don't agree?

I come to think of it, why WOULDN'T I go for a life like that? I have no family to speak of, a shaky future as an IT professional (ala Mr. Anderson a.k.a. Neo) and I have all the raw hatred, bitterness and disrespect for the norm of society. Literally speaking, I have no conscience to speak of. I would steal when given the chance, I would cheat if I knew how and I would definitely kill someone for money. The government clouds my mind, my past relationships disintegrated my heart and one my so-called professional life erased whatever ethics I have for it. I wouldn't even bother doing the math. It all goes down to zero. I MIGHT feel sorry for my would be victims but that would be long after my sins are committed and by then it would be pointless to feel guilty. I move on. Justice belongs to the highest bidder.

Why suffer in this world when you can be on top by making everyone else miserable? I know your friends, family and colleagues would do it to you!

What if I get caught? Then I deserve to be shot and killed. I deserve to be in jail to be someone's bitch because I have failed. What the hell, right? We are our boss' bitch every damn day. We live in misery whether we are inside or outside jail cells. If I get killed being stupid then so be it. At least when I was alive I lived like a king. You live an honest life and you fail again and again with the same results. Sure you learn a few things every now and again to tell your grandkids who would forget your stories after dinner. But a criminal? Your stories live on in your victims and to the rest of the people who hate you.

I can never be on top by living a decent honest life. Honesty is what gets me in trouble. Nobility is what gets me in the front line of fire. Bravery is what will get me killed. The thieves, the muggers, the wolves in ties are the real kings of this world - the people who sneak behind you with malicious intent. They live above and beyond the law and society doesn't like the thought the someone is stronger than them. If you're worried about your victims' family, friends and relatives who may not remember you fondly (unless one of them were your customer), guess what? Your boss or some other asshole up top most likely has dozens or hundreds of ex-employees who may not think highly of him. Fired? laid off? Or just plainly hates his guts? Trust me, he could not care less. So why should you? Because you're a human being? Human beings are evil. Deal with it!

You might be thinking I may be someone who's seen too many action movies. Trust me when I say that I didn't get this idea watching movies. I got this by watching the world. I KNOW that the life of these people may or may not live a life of glitz ang glamour. They look nothing like Agent 47 who wears an Armani suit and a $300 neck tie or own a Ducati bike as a getaway vehicle. They wear slippers with holes. They wear torn shorts. They wear old jerseys. They own a second hand beat up motorcycle. Most of all, they look nothing like Josh Hartnett whom you would probably be willing to give your life and virginity. They are mostly dark, short and battle-scarred individuals. But when they speak with their lead-loaded nines the whole world WILL listen. The world will tremble and the law falters.

For my friends and colleagues who have known me for some time you may think this is some media-inspired melodrama. You think my childish demeanor and innocent face says I don't have the guts. I shit you not. If someone asked me to shoot you in the head for twenty grand I will do it without hestitation! And I don't have to hate you when I do it. It will most likely be NOT personal.

Take one life, save a thousand - and earn a few thousand dollars in the process. That pretty much sounds like a very worthwhile investment.

Be afraid. Be very afraid!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

A slow night at the airport. There's just a few hundred provincial folks hustling about in the terminal trying, just as I am at the moment, to get an early flight before the Holy Week.

It had been just a few hours ago that I was lining up at the Cebu Pacific ticket office trying adjust my flight schedule so I can leave today. Since I didn't receive my last paycheck from my recently estranged company I had my reservations about the expenses of gong home. Then again, if I had to compute another week of staying here, the expenses would be just as much. I had to pay for a penalty fee and a fare difference. I had to beg the booking agent to "lay it to me slowly" on the fees. The ironic thing now is that the total expenses of trying to get back home in an earlier fashion would now mean I just spent for the tickets at the expense of regular rates - not the usual discounted fares. I still have not slept.

This leaves me with the topic I have for this entry - a specific dream that I have been dying to have. It seems kind of odd that I do not recall having dreamt of being outside this planet. I've seen sci-fi movies take us to realms beyond imagination but none so closely inspired by the very earth that we live on.

I have more than once dreamt of flight - both artificial and superhuman. To stretch my mind beyond what my dreams can render, I have tried with no success to leave this planet. I find this quite strange that my mind cannot seem to fathom what lies beyond this Earth. Sure, I can imagine spaceships and extraterrestrials but none so willfully embodied in a dream. Unless, uninterestingly, they were to set foot on this Earth.

What happens when I attempt to go beyond the boundaries of my known reality? Either I find myself losing my power of flight or I find myself on what I initially thought to be another planet to be home after all. All of these are akin to the things I see in the video games I see where virtual worlds are created. However, artificial worlds, just like my dreams, have boundaries. You can't fly beyond the "defined" skies nor can you go beyond the boundaries of the "defined" lands. Hell, even, artificial space has an invisible wall.

Why all the fuss, you might ask. Perhaps I have revisited this thought after finally realizing my helplessness on this world. That no matter how much you dream; how much you try and how much fight, what is the point of it all? To be better than everyone else? I don't want to compete! It seems that I am trapped in this life that some unknown entity has defined my reality - a reality with monolithic walls!

Just once I would like to dream beyond this world.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Bb. Pilipinas: Beauty = Inferiority?

Ok, another one of my ramblings about the colonial mentality that seems to continue to infest our society. I don't really understand the big deal about the "white boys" considering their economy is failing. It makes sense to think that we are currently richer than they are.

So her blundering English was terrible in spite of the ironic fact that she happens to be a Mass Communications student. I don't know who I should decide to shoot in the head: her, the school or the education system as a whole. I cringe at the shocking finality of the decision that this halfwit will be representing our country in a global beauty pageant. Let's not forget the fact that we are currently stereotyped of sending incompetent medical experts to fucking US of fucking A.
Now, I am a firm believer that beauty is only skin deep. I wouldn't mind banging her for one night and try to forget the next day that the whole thing ever happened. With what happened at the pageant, I'd probably consider electroshock therapy as well.

Putting aside the winning contestant, the whole presentation is already adding injury to insult. I only spent a few minutes watching the introduction number when I had this nagging feeling that I wasn't watching a local beauty pageant. Since when was it a NEED that the women representing our towns have to be a byproduct of some gold digging Filipina screwing the average Joe? Come on! Where is our sense of patriotism here?

Am I being judgemental? How can I not be when a beauty pageant that is meant to project the pride of the Filipina woman is literally lost in our unending demand to see our genes mingled with our delusional understanding of external racial superiority?

It's just plain pathetic, people! I'm very, very disappointed!

The pattern is all too common to go unnoticed:
Filipina finds "rich" white boy. (despite the fact that white boy is living on pension)
Filipina gets pregnant to have child support and "beautiful" child.
Filipina gets divorced.
Child grows up to be very attractive and resembling nothing like a Pinoy.
Faggots in media industry notice talentless child and, after having their fun with them, market them as celebrities.
Child becomes famous because idiotic masses are proud that a Filipino can produce such a beautiful offspring except that the real reason is that the Filipino is a white boy.
Adult celebrity succumbs to scandal, drugs and homosexuality and eventually becomes yesterday's news.

*rolling eyes*

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