Of learning and thinking hard

I despise those who go inside the school empty and those who go out empty. Those who go for the sake of going. Those people with empty faces. Those with fancy clothes but empty minds. Those with pretty faces but empty minds. Those who go to get a job in the future. Congratulations. You are educated but you never learned. Those two are never the same: education and learning.

Don't get fucked, please, people. God gave you brains to think. And He meant "THINK HARD." Don't just get data. Analyze them. Criticize. Question. Most of all, learn. Being in school means learning, never a preparation for you to get a job. Seriously? You want your life that way? You get educated, get employed, start a family, get old, then die? Really? I wonder.

I hate those people. But I still wonder, more to the point of sympathy. Haven't you realized how empty your life is? Come on! Clothes? Money? Sex? Haven't you realized that you're a dead man walking? Any time you will die. By some point, in an instant, you will die. You want to die while you go shopping? You want to die thinking you haven't paid up your bills yet? See? There is nothing left to die.Your refusal to think sucked up your life. You have the gift of REASON. You don't just consume and waste stuff. You don't just get dressed and get fucked. You are an end yourself. You are an animal gifted with reason. Think. Think hard. Getting dressed does not give you recognition of being human. That way, you're an animal in animal skin. But if you think, if you reason out, that's being human.

The Nerdy Madman

Of love and friendship

My mind is in a conundrum it never expected. Love invaded my most vulnerable self like a bitch of a fever. Worse is I'm feeling it for a friend. I should not welcome all these feels but the dumb part of me thinks otherwise.

I value friendship. I value friends since I don't have as much. This nerdy madman is a lonely motherfucker. If I confess, I will break realities in a cosmic scale. One of which will surely fuck up our friendship and that's the least I want. I should not treat my friend like that. I should not put her in a situation like that. I should not treat myself like that. I should not put myself in a situation like that. But words don't matter now. Feelings do. And this bitch of feelings is winning the war and there will surely be catastrophic damage.

But I love her. I don't want her to know and I don't want to screw up everything that's been established so far. Friendship is what I need, and in there I may find love but I will suppress it as long as I can.

On the independence of a young nation

June 12. The Philippines celebrates its 116^th Independence Day which commemorates the struggle to break free from the Spanish regime during the 19^th century. We freed ourselves. We lost many lives and each one has a story. But where did all that take us now? A hundred and sixteen years of celebrating the independence and where are we at the steps of progress? Sadly, we only moved an inch. We all moved that inch with the mediocre help of all the presidents who sat for the last hundred years. We established a government popularly defined as the government of the people. This government, as they say, listens to what everyone, anyone has to say. No. Fifty years or so of being democratic was all a facade to a new kind of slavery. We are still slaves. It was never abolished; it just involved all kinds of people. And it has a new name: democracy. Don’t take me wrong, I admire the concept of democracy founded by the Greeks. What I loathe is on how dumb fuckers make a hybrid out of it. Let me rephrase that: these dumb fuckers developed a new kind of system and they called it democracy. You are born, you go to school, you finish a degree program, you get a job for you to be a worthwhile motherfucker in your nation’s economy, you take insurance plans and all shit, you make a family, feed them, watch them grow and you yourself grow old, you retire, you still pay all bills and shit, then you die. Worse, there is nothing left to die. Charles Bukowski had this notion. Dumb fuckers didn’t live their lives. They shorten it every time they refuse to think of reality, of his purpose, and of his existence. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, FILIPINOS. After all, our nation is still so young. Let us not rush her to grow.

On the personal life of the nerdy madman

I'm socially awkward. I don't talk unless spoken to. My smiles when you talk to me are obligatory. I panic when put in a crowd. Worse if it's a crowd of phonies. Dumb leechers who know nothing but clothes, money and sex. They talk ugly, they laugh ugly, they look ugly. I don't have many friends and don't dare to be one. Now carry on.

On the status quo of books

A disturbing pattern in books now is that they are fleeting. Authors should write something that will live for centuries. Take Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead. Or any of the classics. 25, 50 years, even a century may have passed, they are still being published. Books now last a minimum of 1 year publishing contract. And their authors don't get enough royalties. Imagine how Charles Dickens got paid for the rest of his life, even until now that he's dead.