Mother Fuhrer
Hello once again! Recently (which is spanish for ‘this morning’) I had sore eyes. Yep! That thing where your eyes burn like fuck. So of course, my eyes being contagious and all (pun intended) I had to stay away from school. I know I should be feeling like really great about it, but for some reason, I miss school…
Enough about me, let’s talk about someone we all know and hate.
This guy!
Hitler has been a metaphor for evil since his smart-ass idea of the Holocaust. For those born yesterday, the Holocaust was a genocide carried out on European Jews. Hitler might’ve just woken up one morning, yawned and stretched, did a little dance, then decided to rid Europe of Jews.
He impressively led most of Germany against Jews, giving inspiring speeches on the Holocaust. Soon, the world was divided. It was ‘for the Jews’ or ‘against the Jews’. Those like America and Japan took advantage of the situation and boom! World War. But I didn’t write this post to talk about the World War… maybe later… I wrote this post to talk about this idiot, who’s made a name for himself by murdering millions.
Yes, the man with the moustache has dominated cartoon parodies, books, and other crazy shit. Heck, he’s found his way into my blog! Even while he’s dead he’s fucking with us.
Now Adolf Hitler was born a curious child. He tried bee-keeping, farming, singing in the choir, and also thought about becoming a priest. Then of course, he later on desired to be an artist. Here’s the messed up part. His dad was such a fucking joy killer, that he vehemently refused his son’s dreams to come true. Instead, Hitler was made to go to ‘technical school’ where he would be trained to be a Customs Official. Like any other teenager, Adolf rebelled against his father’s foolish decision by failing his ass in class. But to no avail- Adolf’s father still was a bitch about the whole art thing.
Negligent dads = Douchebag kids
Adolf and his family lived on the Austrian-German border, but Adolf’s dad was a big time Austrian patriot. So, to piss off his dad once again, Hitler became a German nationalist, saying ‘Heil’ as a greeting to his friends. Then of course, being unaccepted by an art college twice, Hitler travelled around, barely struggling for survival. And the wandering around led Hitler to his hate for the Jews and so on and so forth.
The Jew-hating nutjob became Chancellor through lies, leading the public within false stories of his past. Then, when at the height of his influence over the public, he carried out the Holocaust, started World War II and then got married and died two days later. What an idiot.
Interesting Facts:
– He believed himself to be the Anti-Christ and carried around with him Nostrodamus’ prophesies.
– His staff video taped prisoners getting tortured and Hitler kinda liked them. Other than videos of people getting the fuck beaten out of them, Hitler also enjoyed pornography, which was also secured by the same staff.
– The dictator also had a curious habit. He would walk to and fro from one corner of the room to another, while whistling the same tune over and over again.
First Day of a New School
‘Room J112. Ah! Here it is!’ It was amazing how I found the class in 5 minutes. If not for the helpful signs on my way here, I would’ve been lost! I knocked on the door and entered. Inside, a sea of faces turned to my direction. ‘Oh crap,’ I muttered, ‘I’m the new kid.’ I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with anyone and everyone. I used the seat in front… it’s better to kiss up to the teacher early. A shadow was cast upon my table. ‘Hey, I’m Flora!’ I looked up to see a smiling, happy-to-the-extent-of-scary, girl, ‘Welcome to Block 13 of the College of Science!’ Did she just say Block 13? 13? The unlucky number?
I was taken aback by this over-friendliness. I tried producing an answer. Some smartass comment that’ll make her laugh, ‘M-My name’s Christopher…’
‘Hahaha!’ At least I made her laugh… ‘Don’t be so shy!’ She dragged me to her group at the center of the class, ‘Guys, this is Christopher!’
‘Uh, hey. What’s up?’ Just then, the teacher came in and everyone went to their seats. Flora sat next to me. The class droned on, and for two hours I wrote down notes.
After the class, Flora caught up to me while I was on my way to the canteen. She once again dragged me to her friends. ‘Guys, this is Christopher! A student from Dubai.’ They all smiled welcomingly and produced a twinkling of ‘hey’ and ‘hi’ s. ‘So Christopher, what skills do you have?’ asked a guy with a guitar. ‘Ummm well, I play the guitar.’ He beamed, ‘Really? Then play it! Let’s see what you got!’ the whole crowd agreed with low voices and nods.
I was really nervous. I haven’t really played in front of an audience per say. But nevertheless, I took the guitar and check if it was tuned. Then I sang. I didn’t know what the heck happened, but at the end of my performance, everybody cheered! ‘Oh my God! Your voice is amazing!’ said one, ‘You should totally be in a band!’ said another. I couldn’t believe it! My voice good?
The rest of the day I had fun! Hanging with these guys was the coolest thing ever! Out of the thousands in this school, I found a click in just one day! The first day was an amazing experience that I would never forget.
HAHAHAHAHA! I wish. I spent most of the day roaming around, getting lost, and sitting in the corner of the classrooms. But it does make a good story doesn’t it? xD I’ sure in time I’ll make friends and get to know the school, it was only the first day anyway. x)
A quick post
So I was in the mall recently and got me a new game! xD It’s Dante’s Inferno for the PS3! I dunno what the fuck it is, but I saw the price and jumped for joy! But anyways, the reason I’m typing down this blog is because of this peculiar scene.
Walking up to the elevator can be somewhat strenous if your car is parked on the other side of the parking lot. Fortunately for me, it wasn’t. Now usually it can be kind of awkward if your standing with a large group of people. And of course, being a mall, a lot of people were there.
The 6th floor. The elevator slowly came down. And when I mean slowly, it was a painful proccess of standing and being looked upon by a shitload of other bored people.
‘Baby! Don’t leave me!’
What? I turned and looked at a lady in revealing clothes run towards this really plain old man. Everybody was staring.
‘Oh my God! It’s like those movies! Baby, I’m sorry, I never ment to hurt you.’
I looked away.
‘C’mon baby, please fergev me! I pramise to never hurt you!’
I started tapping my feet. Then rubbing my nape. The woman continued asking for forgiveness. I glanced a peek, and I saw a more clearer picture of her. She had dark brown hair, with streaks of light brown, and she made no attempt to hide her ‘hourglass’ figure. Her face was without much make up, except for the eye shadow and lipstick. God really went all out with her. The man on the other hand, was plain.
Wrinkles ran on his face, drawing interesting lines. His facial features indicated a little bit- if not all- of Chinese blood in him. His black hair had strands of grey, and overall it was messy. His polo shirt and jeans did nothing to make him stand out. As me and my uncle walked into the elevator with three people and the couple, one thing kept going on in my mind. With the beautiful lady throwing herself all over the man in the elevator, I just kept one telling myself: ‘What did he, ever see in her?’
20 Twelve- My Theory
Now that the controversy had died down, and people have forgotten about the dreaded day, everything’s okay? Right? Not.
Everybody still thinks something bad (or good)’s going to happen- a meteor shower, aliens from space, world war 3, the apocalypse, end of the simpsons, rising of the dead, extreme climate change, earthuakes, volacanoes etc. etc. etc.
Scientists, experts, astronomers and other smart fuckers came up with theories of extreme proportions. They talk of Nostradamus, and how the stars align on each other and all that bullshit. Now I don’t know if I’m right or wrong, but I think they’re over looking the obvious. It’s trivial information, but 12 is believed to be a complete number. Ancient civilizations were very superstitious about numerology (especially the Mayans- they based everything on numbers. Astronomy, calendars, events, and so on and so forth) and well, 12 could mean something to them. Since 12 is a number of completeness, could it just mean 12/12/ 2012 is the end of their time period? Like how historians cut history into ‘dynasties’ and for us how every ten years is a decade. So maybe the Mayans/ Egyptians/ Leprechauns have decided that 2012 is just the end of a time period. Like a New Year ‘cept with more booze and women.
I’ve tried going into webpages to see other ideas or thoughts on this, and seriously, they’re all putting me off. Like this one guy that has theories of Unicorns appearing at pole shifts and this other guy that thinks aliens will attack Earth and that pyramids will shelter us from them. I don’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for them, but these people actually believe in their theories. I guess we’ll never find out until 2012… and if this blog survives that long, I’ll be giving away free ‘2012’ T-shirts on that given day! The sentences on these T-shirts are list below:-
‘Ha! I told you so!’
‘2+0+1+2= The giant meteor heading for us’- ($ 4 is needed to stick your face on the meteor)
’12/12/2012 And not a scratch’
‘You laughed at me for living in my basement… Now I laugh at you for ignoring 2012’- (The shirt will be printed on two sides.)
And this shirt had the most pre-orders:-
‘Santa’s gonna get pissed when he finds my house empty’
A Novel Approach To Today’s Post
Chapter One, and probably the Last Chapter as well
Chapter Vun
Chapter Something
Our story begins on an empty, quiet, street. The early hours of the morning ushered a small handful of people into leaving their beds, for one reason or the other. The road held two or three cars, lazily driving it’s occupants, to their required destination. One of these cars held two men and a child. Yes, our hero of this story, is none other than the child that sat at the backseat, gazing out of the windows and on to the pedestrians. This narrator thinks that our hero may be a pervert, but let us look into his mind and see for ourselves- for there are always three sides of a coin.
Woah, I left Dubai before, but this is so cool! I can’t believe I’m going on an airplane all alone! I bet daddy’s really worried ’bout me. Usually he’s in a very chatty mood, but he’s friggin’ silent right now… This whole car stains of melancholy Dx at least some music might help…
‘Uncle,’ he said, ‘Can you turn on the radio? Thanks!’ Christopher sat excitedly, waiting for a nice upbeat tune to lighten the whole car.
‘And next up, is an old classic, Leaving On a Jetplane by John Denveeeeer…’
Fuck! Am I in a fucking movie or some shit? Thanks a lot John…stupid bitch. Oh well, at least now I can look out the window and pretend it’s a music video. Aww man. This will be the last time I’ll ever see the place again for a looooonng time. Damn.
As the songs changed, each being more depressing than the next, our idiotic protagonist sees the various familiar buildings and places that passed him by. Feelings of nostalgia and past memories faded and out, until he reached the airport.
Oh my God! This is it! I can’t believe I’m here! I’m going to the Phillipines- alone. Sure I’ve gone for a few times, but it was with my family. Daddy calls that adventure…pft! This is adven-
Ow!
Who the fuck puts bags in the middle of the- woah.
Our ‘hero’ looked up to see a beautiful young lady that he guessed was probably 15 or 16. All of the sudden his face started heating up and a whole lot of gibberish nonsense flew from his mouth. ‘I-I-I’m sorry, please- uh- let me…’ he trailed off, seeing his father walk into the airport without him. Quickly and without making eye contact, he placed the bags on the girl’s cart and ran off in a goofy and idiotic fashion.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. That was embarassing… hope I don’t bump into her anytime soon. Hey! The floor is like a mirror! It’s reflecting me and my foot! Hehe
‘Ok, so you know what to do?’ asked his father.
Christopher sighed at te fact that this had been asked for the fifteith time, ‘Yes daddy, I know. Present passport, present ticket, load in my bag; go through the metal detector but before that I should pass my bags through the scanner. Then in the immigration I’ll give my passport, blablabla… How many times do we have to go through this?’
His father remained quiet.
Oh shit. Was I too blunt? Ok, stand in line with my baggage trolley, my passport and ticket, okay, this ain’t the hard part, daddy’s here, he’ll do the talking.
‘AHHHHHH’
What was that? Holy shit! It’s some dude frothing from his mouth!
‘BAAAH! BAAAHAAAA! guuurr…’
Oh my flootin’ God! The dude’s got epilepsy! A white guy. Ahhh, here come the medics. Hey, nice cart. Got a medicine sign on it. Oh wow they also got those electro-plate thingies. Ahh ok it’s my turn. Give my passport, my ticket,’
‘BLA! BLA! NAW! NAOWWWWW!’
‘It’s only glucose, relax,’
‘NAOW!’
Dayum. That’s some crazy shit. Hmmmm like that guy I met… what was his name? He said that people who have illnesses are sinners. What a fucking retard. I’m fine, Bill Gates is fine, how the fuck are we non-sinners? Ok, he’s stopped, he seems fine. But he’s breathing really fast.
‘Come on Christopher, let’s go.’ Christopher’s father stood outside the line waiting for his son to come out. The two walked and talked while making their way to the detectors. Of course the main character of the story will have to leave his father behind a yellow line, in which he would then embark on his adventure.
Oh man, why can’t I go in? What are we waiting for? Oh no, oh no.
Christopher saw his father walking up to an elderly lady, her face filled with wrinkles.
Don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask
‘Excuse me ma’am, my son is going on a flight,‘
MOTHER FUCKER!
And so our hero’s ‘adventure’ ended abruptly, his dreams dashed, but yet he got what he wanted, a flight without his family with him.
NOOOOOOOOOOO
Time After Time
So back in my section, ‘The Hunter and the Hunted’, my answer was that I’d prefer to be the Hunted. I know my area well, I know where to hide- I would be behind the bushes, sniggering at the Hunter.
Pwned
And if I get captured, I mean, there’s always a door or a window right? Always a way out? How would you even get into the room without an entry?
But getting back to this day’s very boring and unimaginative post, we’re going to talk about… ok, honestly I don’t really know. I sit here, day after day, staring at this insignificant box we call a screen, and I think of ways to talk, or rather, communicate with this expansive web we call the internet. And honestly sometimes I delve into a topic without even knowing. I mean, how many seconds, minutes, hours, days, months or even years do bloggers waste on typing stuff into their computers? Because honestly, if I wrote my book in the same passion, or rather fluidity, as my blogs, I’d be on it’s second draft by now.
Time. The one thing that we waste, yet yearn for more when we have less of it. And how did people live before time was invented? Before man could divide the days into hours and seconds, could it be that nobody could feel a so called ‘time crunch’? In this modern day and age, we’re so hassled by people telling us to do a lot of shit faster and faster each year, that some of us go on the brink of madness. I mean, how many times have you just gotten pissed or melancholic at a time crunch? 
Besides the pissing off side of time, there were also benefits. I mean, time has kept us organized has it not? We call friends up and tell ’em to meet us at a specific time so that we don’t have to wait for very long. Then there’s also when we would study our parents’ behavioral patterns in where they would leave the house for work or something and we’d dance around in our underwear or eat ice-cream or some shit. But seriously, even though time is sometimes a piss off, it helps us organize ourselves during the day. So um, I guess the moral of this post is don’t wast time?
If anyone has any thoughts on this or more, you guys can write it in down the comments box below x)
The Hunter and the Hunted
Be vewy fuckin' quiet
Now yesterday I was going around Dubai, visiting my dad’s restuarants when I met a peculiar man. He was a bit taller than me, with a grey moustache and a half bald head, but his skin was fair, white. He wore a kurta* that strangely suited him. What didn’t suit him was his voice. My dad comes up to him with a surprised look and calls out, ‘Hey, how are you?’
The man looked like a Pakistani, dressed like a Pakistani, but what came out of his mouth was an accent of a British college student, ‘Hey man, how’s it goin’? Long time, man! Listen, the food is excellent as usual, but I have a problem.’ The man then goes on and on about his ‘Oh- jay’ and how the restuarant doesn’t serve enough. Now that wasn’t why I decided to keep him here. The reason why I talk of this man is because he was a very interesting character. When my dad left me and him to talk, I found this person a very picky person. He looked at the world as if it were his playground, boastfully talking of his and his father’s accomplishments. He considers himself a high class man, due to the fact he has studied in Britain and his passion for Chemistry is based on his father being a doctor. Anyways, the reason why I wrote this post was not because of him, it was because of something else.
Now a few minutes later I arrived at my uncle’s pizza joint and while we were talking, something caught my attention. He stated that people go to the Phillipines and come back with wives- a clear indication of the shameless seductories of women that want a better life. He then went on, on how people can catch me and wring my neck for money, power, etc. (very supportive, ain’t he?) due to the fact that I’m an English speaker. Now I replied with a bold statement of, ‘I am not ‘other people’. They can only do stuf to me, if they can catch me.’
And this was what caught my attention. He looked at me with an impressed smile, his face filled with satisfaction, ‘Christopher, that is the difference between the hunter and the hunted. The hunter searches, while the hunted avoids…’
Just then my dad came back from his call and they both started talking… Now that has been in my mind the whole day. The hunter… and the hunted… So who do you prefer to be? And why? I’ll give you my answer tomorrow 😉
* A kurta is a traditional clothset of a Pakistani, Aghanistani, Nepalese, Indian, and if I vaguely remember, even a Sri Lankan.
And God said, ‘Let there be humour’
I’ve just finished reading this amazing book called ‘Endgame’ by Andy Secombe and I must say, it’s an excellent work of literature. If anyone has ever read ‘The Hitch-hiker’s Guide To the Galaxy’, then you would see similarities in the tones and moods of both books. Although ‘Hitch-hiker’s’ was a bigger an a much more expansive world, ‘Endgame’ will not fail anyone.
The book is legible to attract new sci-fi/comedy readers, as well as veterans. It all starts in Heaven, where God is holding a cocktail party to celebrate his newest creations- Adam and Eve. As usual Satan wasn’t invited. But who needs an invitation when you’re fucking evil? So Satan gate crashes (to God’s dissappointment) and inspects the new creatures. Satan, (being Satan) calls out a bet. If humanity destroys itself in a given time, Satan wins the rights to Heaven. If not, then God gets to trap him in Hell forever. Not
The book cover- duh!
In a few days time, this dentist is pulled into a world in where Satan invents Microsoft and God plays golf. Where the Angel Gabriel enjoys Cinnabon-type-of-food and the Archangel Michael gambles in casinos. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for some light reading.
If anyone has any books for me to read, type it down in the comments. Dubai’s really boring- everthing’s closed in the mornings.
Accepted
Has anyone seen that movie? Fuckin’ amazing shit. It’s ’bout these four (or three?) high school graduates with nowhere to go. No college would accept them, so they made their own imaginary college. Setting up a fake website with only the intent to fool their parents, their plan backfires and soon they get a fuckload of high school underacheivers joining in. Soon the college turns into a reality, with subjects such as skating and grafitti.
(South Harmon Institute of Technology- S.H.I.T) Always wanted to join a school like that xD
Well, the reason why I wrote about the movie was because of my college. It was the day of when I had to get my results. So I woke up in the morning, shaking and frothing from my mouth, on the idea that I might never be accepted (cause if you fail once, you can’t come back again). I put on a pair of shorts and a black T-shirt -as usual- and went downstairs. I saw the same troubled look in my mother’s eyes as she watched TV, ‘Mommy, it’s gonna be fine.’
‘What’re you talking about?’ I looked at the TV and saw a couple. The lady was crying while the man screamed.
‘Thanks for the support…’ I muttered.
Hopping into the van, we drove into the roads of uncertainty. My uncle took control of the van while my mom slept in the front. Back in the last seat I was a nervous wreck. Rivulets of sweat ran down my temples while my spine ached. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God…’ my mind raced with attempts at seeing alternative ways to cope with failure. University of Santo Tomas? That’s always a good option. What if I fail that? Questions swam in my mind like crazy!
The van pulled up the entrance of the Br. Andrew Gonazales Hall. This was it. No backing down. Besides, they’ll call and say my results if I don’t get it. So it’s better if I get it here. The electronic doors slid open and I went past the security. This was it.
The afternoon droned on, the AC whirred as I changed my clothes into my boxers… I crawled and slumped upon my bed, content. My mind filled itself with visions of higher education. I got accepted.
Ain’t no mountain high enough
I’m back! After days of crying ad bloodletting, I’ve finally been able to unlock my laptop! Ok, I was exaggerating for the last bit, but honestly I’ve been feeling pretty guilty for each day that I haven’t written anything. I guess that’s what I get for bashing Friday the 13th. Anyways, for today, I’ll write a fuckload of posts as to let you guys catch up on what I had planned to write within this empty box. So uhh… see you next post? xD
Woah!
Ok, so I was working on Homophobia when all of the sudden, everyone kept on telling me on how cool my blog was. Ok, so you guys out there, umm again, another thank you for looking at my blog and I hope ou guys can check on it regularly xD It’s freakin’ amazing on how one day my blog can go from this:
To this:
That's 44 veiws for today! Dayum!
It’s a small number, but I appreciate you guys checking this blog out =)
Homophobia
These past few days have been met with uninteresting paragraphs of my life. In short, boring! I’ve been sitting in my house doing nothing all day, but watching TV and drawing picture after picture. I’ve lost track of the days and dates and a few of my friends in Dubai. This blog has kept me company for so long that everytime I come online, I have to see how it’s doing.
As I watch this tiny blue line go up and down, I smile to myself on the success my blog has become. I admit it’s not so big, but it’s nice to have people seeing it regularly. So give yourselves a big clap! xD You guys are awesome. Doesn’t matter if this is your first tme reading my blog,clap for yourself too xD that’s right.
For today, let’s give a thought on Homophobia. What is Homophobia? It is the fear or rather, the condemnation of gay people. Some of us just don’t like people fucking with their own gender.
And some of us totally accept it- in which case he needs to act as a vampire.
Almost every religion is against gay people. Islam, Christianity (don’t deny it you motherfuckers), Judaism, most Hindus and a shit load of other religions. Why? Well, most of them think that it’s just fucking wrong. I mean, who hasn’t had that thought right? When you were young, you’d have probably been disgusted by men kissing men (or turned on). Then you’d develope this irrational hate or disgust against them. Then in your teenage years, some of you would slowly appreciate the difference around you, the diversity and the freedom of choice. But most of you would hold torches and a signs like these motherfuckers:
Yeah? Fuck you, faggots!
Now let me tell you my opinion on the matter. It doesn’t fucking matter! Whether you’re a Christian or a Muslim, a dumbass or Chinese commuist, it doesn’t matter! We as human beings have a choice, and we can choose to be that way. I’m sure every religion teaches love and acceptance, of peace between different people. If so, then why is it a friggin’ worldwide movement? Why do people claim that ‘God’ doesn’t like gay people? Or that God gave AIDS to kill gays? If you say that God doesn’t tolerate gay people, or that God isn’t loving but strict and unforgiving, then with that you denounce Jesus. You’re automatically saying that whatever Jesus taught was for Himself and not to spread God’s message.
Ok look, I’m not trying to be oh so fucking religious right now, because I’m not. I’m just a normal person- I’m not perfect. But it stands to reason that being a homophobe is not only going against your religion, but it also goes against everything that makes us human. Homophobes go against the concept of free will, free thinking and individualism. So just think about it. Telling someone to be straight just because you are, is like telling a happily married man to divorce his wife, just because you don’t have a girlfriend. It’s stupid, irrational and overall, morally wrong. You won’t benefit, and neither will he. So a big fuck you (in my opinion) to anti-gay motherfuckers.
FUCK!
Did the title catch your attention? Good. Cause that’s what we’re gonna talk about x). Now the term ‘Fuck’ originated from a poem called ‘Flen flyys’ in where the poet encoded his whole poem, due to the possibility of the Church fucking his backside for improper use of language. The poem written in 1475 used ‘fuck’ for the purpose of sexual intercourse. That’s right, ‘fuck’ was for sexual intercourse. Of course you all probably knew that. That’s why we all go around using it don’t we?
Fuck my life- I want you to have sex with something I don’t have
Fuck You- I would like to rape you for being an annoying dickhead
Oh my fucking God- He Who is Almighty has regular sex
Awwww... He's so like Jesus =')
Now why am I telling you this? Oh yea because a friend of mine had earlier given me an article, in where a vicar claims that we should all swear 8) No, not swear like, ‘I swear that…’ or some shit like that, but swear as in, ‘Top of the fucking morning to you!’
Reverend Michael Land claims that Jesus was born from a poor background and did not mingle with the Pharisees, and so, he had colorful launguage. Here’s the link for you guys: http://www.indiatalkies.com/2010/07/colourful-language-jesus-save-christianity-urges-vicar.html
Well, I didn’t have a topic for today, so you guys enjoy this laugh for now, and maybe later I might post something interesting. So have a good fucking morning, and I hope God blesses every fucking one of you (man, I’m so going to Heaven for this).
Old Friends and a glimpse at culture
Hey! I know I’m just speaking to air, but a big hello to anyone reading this x). So I’ve just gotten off Facebook with my friend Paul, and damn, I miss Dubai. Everyday I’d be out of the house, hanging around with my friends. Wherever and whenever. I mean one day I’d go to Lamcy, or maybe I’d hang out with my friends at Satwa (it was the place in where I used to live). Pft. Haha I bet I’m boring you guys.
So anyways, I went to De La Salle yesterday and since there were no ‘Foreign Student Counselors’, I visited the Head of the Department of Education and Psychology. He was helpful and soon I got to know how things worked around in the school.
Then I was bored. Five friggin hours of nothing but Filipino TV can kill a man. There was nothing but re runs and poker tournaments. Then, my cousin gave me a fucking brilliant idea- coloring our hair. Yes, I know, it’s gay but what the heck XD I was desperate for anything. I had golden highlights and damn! Lol I admit I looked good. Now there was a problem. My mom thinks hair coloring is like cancer for the hair? And she would kill me if she found out. So I asked the whole friggin’ household to shut up… Apparently, they told me that to color one’s hair was to declare oneself was a young man 
I’m serious. So I guess that was a new veiw of culture? It seems that you have to color your hair to ‘grow up’… It takes me back to that time when my friend (Kristofer) comes in -first day of school- and gets shouted at for his highlights. When asked why he did it, his answer was, ‘my family… Philippines… we went.’
Of course my mom found out and she screamed her butt off, I swear to God it’s no different than her henna DX Oh well, right now, at this angle, this blog seems boring. Sorry guys, my cousin is annoying me to use the bloody laptop. Jesus, he’s been using it for days! Anyways, see ya.
Man boobs
What a morning! I woke to the sound of scratching upon my door, of keys randomly being fitted into my lock. My brother and cousin were still sleeping heavily (due to them playing Fable until 6 in the morning) and I got out of bed to open the door. The floor was cold, the air stung my skin, and all this while I tried to keep my balance. ‘Coming!’ I opened the door to see my mom standing with fury in her face, ‘Mornin”
This was what could've been going on in my mind at that time
‘Morning! Morning! What were you doing last night?! HUH?!?!’
My mind’s cogs slowly turned, trying to work towards the memory bin. Last night. Last night. Let’s see… I watched TV, I was drawing a few pictures, I drank coke, oogled my new PS3 game… Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. But all this time while I was thinking, my mom was unplugging everything my cousin’s laptop was attached to- the power source, the internet cable and his Ipod. ‘Uh. Mommy? What’s going on?’
‘What were you watching in this laptop?!’
What? Watching? Why was she so interested? Hmmm. I was… oh yea! We were watching Borat in the morning for lunch! Oh shit. Yea. My aunt came inside in the scene where Borat’s ass was showing… but wait. Lemme see first. ‘Um. We were watching a movie.’
‘Yahhh! A bold movie, noh?’ (Please note: A bold movie means pornography)
‘No! No! It wasn’t one of those-‘ She stormed off with the laptop, without giving me time to explain. After an investigation, I found out that the reason why my mom took the laptop was because my aunt that
Yea, look at that hairy, sexy pornstar
walked in, yea, she saw the fat guy (there was a fat guy there) and thought it was a woman exposing her breasts. What.the.fuck. It’s a fat dude, with body hair!
Now I was officially screwed, and my cousin did the smartest thing ever. No really, it was smart, I’m not being sarcastic. He ran into my sister’s room, and called out to his mom. He explained the ‘boob’ situation and surprisingly, his mom (my aunt) turned into our spokesperson, convincing everyone that it wasn’t porn. And it worked! But I still can’t believe it. They thought that that person was a woman. Even after looking at the hair on his face and chest…
Symbolism (the upside down cross)
Right, so I don’t have anything to say for today, but I guess I could clear up a few common misconceptions. So um, as I came out of the exam hall the other day, I saw some weird ass kid with piercings, make-up, oh! and this
was around his neck. An upside down cross. Of course, me being both an idiot and a curios person, I asked him on Why the fuck was he wearing an upside down cross!? He explained that he hates God and other random shit like that, and that this cross is a sign of his hate, and he went on and on and on, on how it was a symbolism for satanism. Okay, the kid got one thing straight- it was used by the hippies (possibly unintentionally) in their ‘peace sign’ and hey! also another sect uses it! Hint: It’s not a satanic cult. It’s
Dun dun duuuuunn
Oh yea, the Pope. Hey, does that mean he’s Anti-Christ too?
Look at him, sitting in his evil chair, looking evil like what evil people do. Bastard!
No he isn’t. He is guilty of doing other things, but being a satanist due to ‘evidence’ of an inverted cross is not. I mean, many sites claim that! like this one,
http://www.jesus-is-lord.com/anti5.htm
Oh by the way, I got the images from them… so let’s say a big ‘Thank you!’ x)
Okay, down to the real deal. The upside down cross is not satanic. Did anyone hear me clearly? The upside down cross, is not satanic. Why? Because it means exactly the opposite of what you all think it is. It means devotion, complete and utter devotion to Christ. It is a frigging symbol of respect and love for Jesus! St. Peter asked his executioners to crucify him upside down, because he felt that he was not worthy to die in the same manner as Jesus. Is anyone getting this?
Now, the Catholic Church adopted the cross to show or represent the Pope’s humility before God. It’s a bloody symbol for the phrase, ‘I’m not worthy to tie his sandals (an outline of what John the Baptist said)’ Now some noobish retards tried to find a way in which to show how the Vatican was evil. They saw the cross. These guys knew it was a big ‘fuck you’ in the face of Christianity, and so they used it as a scandal. Now some other fucking retarded teenagers see this, (and wanting individualism) decided to use it as a symbol for their hate of just about everything! Without even bothering to find out about it’s origins, they decided to use the motherfucking symbol, and soon, before you know it, the whole fucking world thinks it’s anti-Christ. Shit! They even used it in The Omen!
That's one scary motherfucker. But he's so cute ^-^ lemme pinch his cheeks, just one touch, OMG! OH MY GOD! HE'S SATAN! AHHHHHHHHHH
Take that, stupid fucking Gothic kid DX
Sweat and Backache
As I entered the exam hall, the cold wind sliced my confidence. Long story short, I was shit scared. I looked around and saw a shit load-nay- a fuck load of Chinese. Almost every examinee was Chinese! That’s when I pissed into my diapers and gouged out my eyes. They all looked like nerds! There was no way I could pass!
Twenty minutes later the rules were said, and my confidence grew. 6 sections? Pft. Easy. I looked at my card, in where I would write the answers. A, B, C, D and E. Where can I go wrong? Then I looked at my green book. Here was where all the questions- Begin! I opened the book and Satan screamed out of the fucking pages! Tormented souls pulled at my hair and arms, bringing me into madness. The questions were not understandable! It was in English, but not understandable! I tried my best, for section one, but time ran out. I guessed everything. Same thing with section two. Three was English, so it was cool.
It was nearing the end of the exam, and one by one people left the room. Including my friend! She walked out, calmly and coolly as if she just ate a big fucking meal and was on her way to call for a cab. It was insane! I rushed myself. My palms were sweating. My back ached from sitting like the ‘Hunchback of Notre-Dame’. Chicken. The smell of it wafted through the room. The smell soothed my soul. 9 MINUTES! I quickly got back to answering questions like crazy, answering ‘C’ every time I was stuck. Five minutes later, I got up with shaky knees and closed the accursed book. ‘Sir!’ I called out, ‘finished!’
I looked around me to find myself the only idiot in the room. Oh yea, I was the last guy. Silently and slowly I gave in my book and walked out, four and a half hours of agony pumping out from my body. Down the stairs and into the rain, where I waited for my cousin to pick me up.
Anxiety
Oh god DX Today’s my entrance exam! Wish me luck (for anyone that can see this)! Oh god DX for hours on end I’ve been crap-nervous. This wasn’t like this in my old school, for everytime I did an exam, I never gave a shit! Why am I so nervous now? Now I know how Lindsay Lohan felt when she was waiting for her drug trial verdict to come out.
I don’t think I’m ready at all. My maths is bad (usually); my sciences are general- I only have an overveiw; my english is the only thing that is good. I just hope that the majority of points/marks or whatever the fuck it is you call it, is in english… My simulation exam gave more priority to Maths (116 fucking questions!) so I’m hoping La Salle won’t follow the same pattern.
Shit! I’m not even smart! DX Oh well, I’ll give you guys the results when I come back. Ciao.
Anxiety,
The Sane and the Insane Rivalry,
Paranoia’s bought me to my knees,
Lord please, please, please,
Take away my anxiety.
-Anxiety by Papa Roach ft. will.i.am
Annoyance
Ever had that irratating cousin or sibling? Or maybe even that annoying friend
Ahhh... the Statue Of Liberty... Ironic as to how it was made by the French and not the Americans. Yet still stands as a symbol of freedom for the US.
that spews forth nonsensical bullshit? Yes well, welcome to my world where I have all three! The reason why I could not finish the last blog post was because of my cousin.
The guy is ultra-smart. He goes for special education, where people who are too smart for their grade go to advanced classes where they’re challenged regularly. This guy has an A+ as his minimum! When he came over to the Phillipines for a vacation, I though ‘Yea! Finally! Some brain-stimulating conversation with someone.’ Unfortunately, I found out he was even more of an idiot than me DX but, he’s family so I have to put up with him.
It shows how education is not that important. With any amount of education, a child is always a child. Education cannot mature you or inspire you, it can only shove information into your head. Education before and while the Middle Ages (before it became stricter and stupider) was, in my opinion, way better than schools today. Ever thought on how there were more smart asses back then? On how they invented a whole loada crap that advanced civilization? And how for the past ten years, the only shit we’ve created was Facebook?!
Personally, I believe today’s eucation is not about teaching children anymore. It’s about making mindless drones, (to quote George Carlin) ‘people who are just smart enough to run the machine and do the paper work, and just dumb enough to passively accept’ everything. Education is a desensitization program, where your the mouse, and you have to find the fucking cheese. They want you to remain oblivious to what’s going on around you.
To once again quote George Carlin,
Its a big club, and you ain’t in it. You an I are not in the club.
-R.I.P. George Carlin
Okay well, Hello!
Hi! My name’s Christopher, and what better way to start a blog than to explain why I created it. Well technically, it was out of boredom and inspiration. You see, while I was taking my classes here in the Philipines (yep, my college exam is coming up… I need a tuition), one of my english lecturers asked me to hand in some homework. Which I did, and I had a good reveiw xD. Now, he had his website or rather, blog as his contact information, and after a while I got into it. This seemed like a pretty good idea. I mean, I am planning to start up a Youtube channel, and this site could keep me busy while I ponder on my topics for the video.
To be honest, I maintained a few blogs previously but no one seemed to read or comment on ’em =/ Oh well, I bet no one will read this either XD
A Different Perspective 