I don't need you, because you're GAY.

Recently, gays have been dominating Facebook, and I don't realy care about it. I hate gays and especially, I don't add gays, but recently, I wonder, I have one. Good thing he or should I say, she blocked me, and TADAA!! i can live a more fruitful and more successful life. Thank you for blocking me, gay.

"Go forth and multiply". Pacquiao takes it literally. Hypocrisy

Yay! Jesus!

Recently, the RH Bill, I think, reached its golden age. When you turn on the radio, the first thing you will hear is all about the methods, condoms, contraceptives, blablabla. I'm getting sick of these. But the awful part is, the Sarangani Rep. Cong. Manny Pacquiao lashed out and stood for the clergy in opposing the said bill. He said, "God said, Go forth and multiply, hindi natin pipigilan na 3 lang, or dalawang anak lang, or isa"--easy for him to say! He's rich. He's awfully famous, now what? He can even raise a gazillion of live axolotls and 5 dozens of children. He's filthy rich, I said. But BEING rich is not a reason for you to interrupt, or just make a situation worse. I know, there is what we call, FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION, but one advice to Manny: Train your brain to work faster than your tongue. It doesn't mean that when God says, "Go forth and multiply", it means that you go out and have sex and fill the world with stinkin' humans! No. As WE normal people know, the Bible is full of innuendos, idioms and parables that is not always LITERAL. And oh yeah, I heard also that Jinkee, his beautiful and gorgeous wife tweeted that she used pills, for birth control. Hypocrites. Hypocrisy. The dead rat in the cellar will soon stink up the whole house! How can you react to this? Well, it's just pure hypocrisy. If Pacquiao opposes the RH-Bill, why let his wife use contraceptive methods? PURE HYPOCRISY. Stand firm, Mr. Manuel Pacquiao, stand firm.

The crap was broken.

 It's just like, a special person gave it to me, and it's broken. Dammit. What's wrong, Mr. LCD??

Leave your Shell.

Many people, and I think almost all people judge accordingly to what a person looks like, their physical attributes, their style and their looks. Yes, we really can't deny that everyone notice the outside first. It's like, as humans, we rely most on visual data, so that causes to hasty generalization. Did you notice when you buy some notebooks, you pick the one with the most brilliant and subsequently beautiful design, right? You examine first the outside before examining the thickness and quality of the paper. That mentality is alright, but when talking about people, it is a big no-no. You might notice when people are good-looking, that person will stick to those who are good-looking too usually, not knowing their personality, their mental aspects and their bad qualities.Most of teenagers now, especially those who lacks beauty, isolate themselves to the general. You might see that those rat-faces are the one that are shy, or bashful because, they feel that they are discriminated. You, the one who is reading this, if you are in a situation where you have to choose where you will join in a picnic, it's either to join in the "Hippy-and-cool ones" or, in the "Nerds-and-ugly ones". Don't make a fool of me. You will join to the Hippy-and-cool ones. You might say that "No, I will join into the nerdy ones", yes, I respect your opinion but, the said situation is like deciding what will you buy, the beautiful, or the ugly one. You will go to the beautiful one. You will choose the ugly one if you are mentally retarded like my cousin. Who would not like a beautiful life, with nice possessions, good-looking friends right? That is also the reason why Photoshop grabbed all the bucks. We, as imperfect beings, we can judge hastily, by someone's appearance or looks, but judging is a challenge, a very difficult challenge given to us by God. That is also the reason why God did not put our eyes near our heart, but near our brain. Now, it is our duty to see what's not outside but in the inside. Leave your shell. Don't be afraid. All of us were created by the image of God, which is perfect, that's why, we are perfect too. Now, the question is why do our brains identify what's beautiful or not?

Maternity. Pregnancy. Delivery.

THEY ARE PERFECT

Behold man's intelligence. Did man already reap the fruits of stretching the limits of sheer and hardcore technology? Did man reach perfection? There is nothing in this world that is genuinely perfect. It is man who seeks perfection. But the what is the benefit of perfection? Nothing. What is the truth about perfection? The truth is a miserable beginning and a distasteful ending.The ideals of perfection detests the rules of nature. To be perfect is to be unable to improve further. There will be no room for creation, evolution and improvement. That is the reason why I despise perfection. Perfection is impending. Man is improving. Technological advances are stretching. I am really afraid of people with such high intelligence because I cannot imagine the future of humanity within their hands. I sometimes ponder, when man will finally reach perfection, what will happen? It's like finishing a simply unimaginable puzzle of man's existence and integrity. It is possible to reach perfection, so it is our duty to find pleasure within the struggle. Perfection is a paradox, an  absurd proposition which seems to defy logic and intuition. Perfection is a paradise, a paradise of wild birds which have metal wings and laser eyes, which forbid them to evolve any further. Being perfect can give you the fruits of infinity, but does not allow you to eat them.



Thank you again for reading another composition of mine and wait for more~! 

It's certainly gross.

THE PARTRIDGE BEHIND THE PEAR TREE!

"SI EYCH EY EN JI EEH"

Change. The only permanent thing here on Earth. Eventually, all of us will die, shrivel and turn into dust, birds will have to lose all of their voices, and the light will have to turn into darkness, but still, Change is there. All of us change, in physical, emotional, moral and spiritual aspects. Did you ever notice that when you were still at 4, you can't even reach the faucet to wash your little hands? Or maybe, during your childhood days, you can't even feel "love"? That's it. Change. Change is the suspect of making you what you are now. I made this entry, because I felt more and more people Change. Not only "CHANGE" in the better side, but also "CHANGE" in the more bad side. You can't put time in a box and stop it from running, that's why I said to myself, everything is still normal. One thing I noticed about the people around me is they are shifting to the 'evil' side. I'm not an angel to say this, but they are growing and nurturing their own horns! My goodness. The things those people around me make are subsequently turning worse. I am really worried about what is happening. I am their friend. But I will still consider the fact that all of us eventually will come out of our shells and breathe the air, whether its fresh or not. But I cannot consider a hypocrite. A person who said that those things are bad, or evil, but in eventually, he/she did it. *Laughing* But the "but" is, I can't stop Change, to change each one of us. the thing is, I really cannot make myself to get used to those people that are doing it. I am hating the wrongdoing, not the doer. This just proved that Change can divert your whole personality, either from 'good to bad' or 'bad to good'. Change doesn't consider impossibilities, because to Change, everything is possible. 

P.S.: Bato-bato sa langit!!! I am not reffering to someone, or a group of people, because, I am NOT you father. 

Bu-ongon!

Bu-ongon! (Pomelo)

RETREAT~!

We've been here!

           I think, one of the most memorable events in my life is the recent retreat. It opened my eyes to endless possibilities, great serenity and made me reminisce those wonderful and colorful memories since elementary. Alongside with great mentors, we executed a bunch of team-building activities, such as "Making a Machine", 'The Grip-the-Finger Game", and the "Fit a Whole Barangay in One Newspaper". I really had a great time with my friends, and acquaintances. Later that day, we ate our lunches and dinners along with everybody, and that hit me hardly in the head because it's my first time to see all of the 4th-year Students eating together, laughing, under a roof. The night approached and tinted the whole place black. After resting a little bit, we went on the place's session hall, where we sang and worshiped God. After all those singing, we were asked to do an activity--an activity I think everybody is waiting for--the confessions. Since I am not that desperate to display my publicity on the web, I shall not share even a tiny bit of those who confessed to me and those I confessed to. Later that enriching activity, we were told that it's already late in the evening and its time to take some power nap. Personally speaking, I did not sleep for the reason of I can't sleep. I think I slept a little bit outside our designated rooms. What I did in our rooms was to chat, eat and rest a little bit. I said to myself, "This is going to be fun!", when my close friends, Meg, Joon, and Caoilate decided to go to the canteen to buy some friggin' snacks. It was about 3 in the morning, so everything was painted all black. T The only reason I joined them because I thought they were going to the creepy Gazebo. But before the goosebumping experience of ours, we really had a fun time, I and Caoilate, because both of us are very observant in grammar, pronunciations and spellings. The situation was like this, Caoilate tried to buy some coffee with a hundred-peso bill when the clerk promptly said " Ay wala man miy SHENZ!"

          I really tried to hold back my mouth from laughing so we just looked at each other where we laughed sarcastically in our minds. The clerk was trying to say, "Ay!, wala kaming change", or in English, "We have no change!". But Filipinos, as very forgetful at times, tend to mispronounce words in English. After laughing our asses off in the canteen, we decide to go to the friggin' gazebo, so it looked like this:

       So as you can see, this gazebo is strategically located on a very wonderful scenery, and here, we witnessed a very unforgettable moment which sent my nerves into a jump. Joon, Meg, Caoilate and I, were in the gazebo. Joon were sightseeing if he can see a thing in the pitch-black forest, while Caoilate, Meg and I, were just sitting there, because of the chilly winds. Suddenly, Joon broke the peace because he said he saw a priest, in the woods. The priest's clothes were glowing, Joon firmly said. Knowing that there is a Missionary in the other mountain, I felt creeped. So, being a runaway rat, I quickly ran into the path while covering my ears until I finally found myself in our designated rooms. We told them what happened but they all laughed. Dawn is imminent, repainting the skies with vermilion paint. We quickly went again to the damned Gazebo and I was dumbfounded when I saw the "priest" was only a piece of cloth, hanged in wires for drying. OK. The next activities were like a bit of cliche already, but still we enjoyed and learned something from it. I, myself, was blessed by the ambiance the place and I really felt reborn again, into a new, and a more clean individual.

Cats are omnivores.

To many people, cats are a lot cuter than dogs. Their almond-shaped eyes, small noses, medium ears, small paws, and variety of fur colors are the most noticed features. 

When they sleep, they often sleep on their sides, with their paws at their muzzles or chest. This creates a toddler type appearence. To cat lovers, this appearence makes them feel happy, which, in return, makes them see the cat as cute. 

As you know, the sleeping cat has a toddler type appearence. This then activates a special hormone in a human's gland, creating a sense of well-being, or friendship. This feeling is stimulated through the brain as motherly or fatherly love, which makes the cat's appearance levels rise. This makes the cat seem cuter to the human. 

Cats and dogs are cute due to the reasoning that they are good for humans. Cats kept away rats that carried illnesses in the past, and dogs kept away any dangerous animals and humans. So it should come as an instinct for most of us to love them. 

Let's give this Manatee a Chance!

I think Manatees are CUTE!!

Life is a Warfare

Ok, spot me. This is one of the reasons I really hate being pictured.

Aarrgh.Our Graduation Day is imminent and  I don't want to graduate yet. I still want to live my high school life to the fullest! I will really miss those days when I still have that cork-like haircut, which is annoying too look at, and I will also miss my classmates. This week is our practice for our graduation stuff ceremonies, and at least, we go to school and do nothing but practice because teachers will no longer care because we have already cleared our friggin' clearances. hahah! I love going to school with no classes than having no class at all.  Last "day that I forgot", One of my classmates "Pein" started puring those eye lubricants, 'tears' for short, and that time, I was trying to hold my tears but it seems to be impossible. Haha! No Choice! I started crying. In those moments that I cried, I promptly realized how really amazing High School is. In that time also, I appreciated all the efforts of my classmates which also brought the feeling that I am not yet ready to graduate. Also, that time, I saw one of my closest friends, sitting there, NOT CRYING! What the?!? I approached him and he just told me something which I thought, I could not formulate in my mind. He said that "Baboon, the ones that are crying are those who are ready to graduate, because they take part of what is happening, and those who didn't are those who aren't mature enough to graduate in High School, because they can't feel what  leaving High School is, thus they need more teachings and learnings." Irony! That time, I thought "Look who's talking", because Mr.D is one of the most mature of all my classmates. Mr.D is very intelligent. Hahahah! I can see him now as a successful person in the future! Ok, back to the 'tears' story. Almost half of the class were crying, including me, also weeping so hard. After, I think, 35 minutes of endless weeping, and self-realization, we stopped crying. Ha! That day marked something in my 'being-ness'. I think that day was the day of actual self-realization, because, I think, everyone realized many things they did not notice in the middle of the school year. I also heard confessions and reconciliations, which I really find touching because almost everyone came out of their hiding shell. I guess that's all I can share for now, because I think I need to finish my coffee, and my chocolate cupcake, with the creamy icing on top.

Meet my Friend, Calibri

Aside from being my favorite font, well, I have a friend called Calibri, and he's excited to eat your gate.