Apple Mac Pie

Pointless

2006-09-27T08:36:00.000-07:00

(Disclaimer - don't take anything seriously in this post)

Recently, I made an odd statement regarding a certain individual whom I despise greatly. Whenever he goes online (on YM), I quickly switch to invisible mode so he doesn't see me. Now, you may ask, why don't I just make myself invisible to him permanently? Unfortunately, I use a different messenger program, and I have yet to figure out how to do just that. So for the mean time, I resort to manually switching to invisible mode.

Whenever he goes offline, I ask the person I'm chatting with whether they think it's okay for me to go back to visible mode - because if I do, and it just so happens he was disconnected, I'd have to switch back to invisible mode, and it would make it seem obvious that I'm trying to avoid him. So now, they ask me why I have to do this. I tell them that I'm actually doing my nemesis a favor.

He used to be my friend, until he did something uterly stupid that completely tarnished his name upon my mind. Now, I think he's a stupid fool who over dramatizes his whole life and thinks the world revolves around him. To top that off, he thinks I've forgiven him, and he always likes making "pa-cute" and all, thinking he's being funny when he's really being just a jerk.

I'm doing him a favor because if he starts talking to me, I might reply to him with dirty words and naughty phrases, after which will result in an inevitable course of rants that will lower his self-esteem to that of a dung beetle.

Speaking of dung beetles, that's the point I was trying to get to. I actually used this phrase when explaining to my friend why I avoid him (let's call him MOE), and my friend replied as if to question how I thought dung beetles had low self esteem. I explained that they probably do have issues, if they'd have to resort to pushing around big balls of crap, but my friend wondered if it's possible they could be proud little creatures - the next thing I could think of was, maybe they could be proud because they don't give a shit?

So what's my point? I think we're all quite like dung beetles. In fact, I think everyone I know (me included) is like a big dung beetle, in the sense that we like pushing (if not dragging) along the big load of crap in our lives, which we like to call stress. We pile it up on ourselves, make ourselves look like we're the most miserable people on the earth and expect people to pay attention to us - and yet the truth is, we're proud little creatures who couldn't give a shit less if they wanted to. We like thinking we're all this and that and we think we're the center of the world. Our view is what's important - our own, self-centered views and the big load of crap we bring along to prove it.

It's sad though that I have to use dung beetles to prove my point (if there was any to begin with). I give my regards to MOE. Because of him, an army of angry, pissed off dung beetles, or dung beetle junkies, are going to raid my home and cruxify me.

Shrunk

2006-09-19T08:22:00.000-07:00

I've been hearing quite a lot of nonsense coming from people regarding technological trends. Apparently, they don't seem to be people that have a care for technology - either that, or they just think having the latest technology is a good thing. The say stuff like, "Oh, what's the use of buying this-and-that... it's just going to be replaced with something better."

Newsflash: duh!

Of course it's going to be replaced with something better. What do you expect? If that didn't happen, man wouldn't move on. If things didn't get better, we'd be living in caves casting fires with flint and picking flees out of each others' hair; and, quite frankly, I don't want to pick fleas out of your hair, thank you.

Saying something like this is just like saying "What's the use of living, we're just going to die anyway." I don't see why people take technological trends negatively. I can take it in two ways: one that makes you (the people who want the most technologically advanced equipment but don't know crud what tech specs mean) look okay, and the other that makes you look like a complete loser.

For the first, it's quite distressing to know that what you bought is considered obsolete. Let's face it, it really sucks, but that doesn't mean your laptop or your cellphone will cease to exist. Of course it will pale in comparison with the latest version, but IT STILL WORKS, and that's what's important. On a technological scale, it is obsolete - on a practical scale, it's just fine.

The second, which is quite the bummer, is that people want the latest things because it makes up for whatever things they lack. The worst thing to know is that you're laptop is prettier or sexier than you are. That just sucks, but the trend these days is that if you have the latest thing, you are "in", ergo, you're hot. The truth, however, is that YOUR IPOD IS HOT, NOT YOU.

Of course, it's not to say that having the latest technology is a bad thing. Of course it's good to be updated with technological trends. But remember, sometimes it's a matter of practicality, and being content with what you have, and knowing what you want. Should I really invest in the new iPod nano (damn plugs) now? What if they come out with a paper thin version a couple years from now? I would have just wasted my money?

My answer to something like this would be - stop looking so far into the future and look at the present. Let the future worry about itself. Is so-and-so gigabytes enough information for you to put your songs? Do you like listening to music on the go, and do you like the thought of having your iPod in a color of your choice, this time around? Sometimes, it's not about seeing if you want one, but seeing if you can imagine yourself with one.

For example, I see many people waste money on expensive laptops because they are bought by the fact that it is "the most powerful out in the market" and the "most technologically advanced", ergo, it's the best; when the truth is, they could have just as well spent half of that money on a decent system with less power, but fits their lifestyle better without wasting the power offered by their expensive equipment.

Technology isn't just about the shrinking and the booming - it's about application. How you use technology is the point, not how you flaunt it.

hashbrowns

2006-08-20T20:44:00.000-07:00

Looking back, I think it was really stupid for me to go all philosophical on something as mundane as a hashbrown. People say I have a knack for bloating up issues that have no importance or social impact whatsoever. But the last time I explained to them how a man who tried to cook my noodles in a microwave was somewhat like the present state of affairs of the government, they started believing my misplaced prowess of analogy.

Hashbrowns, however, have nothing to do with politics - just ethics. I bought some breakfast at McDonald's once, asking for only one hashbrown, for take out. After receiving the receipt, I noticed two hashbrowns, instead of one, placed in my bag. I checked the receipt and noticed that only one hashbrown was accounted for. Because of that, I took out the one hashbrown and handed it back to the lady at the counter.

She didn't say thank you, but that isn't the reason why I'm going to rant in this specific instance.

I was thinking about how righteous an act I just did, but at the same time, it felt like I did the wrong thing. Shouldn't I have just acted ignorant and take the 2nd hashbrown as a freebie? I mean, it's not every day that something like this comes up - and if I didn't notice the hashbrown in the first place, would I still be morally obliged to return the excess tuber?

How silly can you get? You do something good, and something's telling you you made a big mistake. It's like stopping half-way with your hand in the cookie jar; like seeing P500 on the ground but not picking it up; like licking a lollipop, and then it loses flavor.

I thought about it some more and realized that, maybe, the reason for such silly thoughts was because I was afraid of what other people would say to me. They might have said, "ang tanga-tanga mo naman kasi. Libre nga, ibabalik mo pa!" or something like, "Ano ba! Masyado ka yatang makatotohanan! Loosen up naman diyan oh!"

But I kept reassuring myself that what I did was right, and at least I wouldn't have a deep fried tuber pulling on my conscience and on my stomach. But if I were to liken the hashbrown to an opportunity, is it an opportunity I failed to reach out to?

Sure, opportunities (like a chance to eat, an chance to make extra money, a chance to raise up above poverty) don't come very often - but does it have to come to the point that I raise myself above others in order to gain that opportunity? I don't think so.

I think the problem these days is that opportunity has become a bland word that means "me getting whatever the hell I want in whatever way I please so long as I know that I get what I think I deserve even though I don't deserve it, hahahaha!" (hahahaha included). In short, it fails to recognize the agonizing truth that we're stepping on others just to get what we want. Is that an opportunity? I think I need help on this one.

So what's my point? The next time you see a deep fried opportunity come your way, do what is wise, and not what is intelligent. St. Paul said in his letter to the Corinthians that to do what is wise is to take every opportunity to do good (to those who find it cheap to quote from scriptures, I'm only making a point through an example). I think this is obvious already. Opportunities are good - but good so far as you take it the right way. An opportunity, therefore, is like a test: are you going to return that tuber or gobble it up and make yourself a bit fatter than you already are? I'll let you decide, but I'll stick to returning it. I have to fatten up things other than my physical body.

Back in the habit

2006-06-23T19:16:00.000-07:00

(This entry was first posted in my friendster blog, URL: http://edsaedsa.blogs.friendster.com/blog_blog/)

Recently, I've noticed a perhaps overlooked cultural aspect the Philippines that never ceases to amaze me.

JEEPNEYS!

Yes, the so called "king of the road", the epitome of bad taste and bad driving, and the most sought after kabuhayan showcase in afternoon gameshows, etc. etc.

If you share the same sentiments as me, you may have already noticed the somewhat strange, if not, outlandish graphics that we see on these tin cans on wheels. And I'm not talking about the ones that sound and look like roaches - let's go by each part of the Jeepney so we can see what I'm trying to get at:

The front:
The front of the Jeepney includes the front bumper, the bull bars, the hood, and the windshield guard. More often than not, they have antennae (that receive no radio) and a TV antenna (that receive no TV). The TV antenna looks like a boomerang, if you haven't gotten the general idea in your mind. What's wierd about the graphics in this part of the car is that, usually, you will either see a name, names, or the title of some obscure movie, album or title. With regard to names, I usually see the names of saints:

San. Pablo, San Juan, John the Baptist

And to add to the wierdness of it all, you'll usually see this placed underneath the name:

Ignatius of Loyola (vol. 2)

What the hell is the vol. 2 for??? The other strange graphic is a small bar code looking thing. I cannot comprehend, unless you want to try and scan it and see how much the Jeepney's worth...

Body Side:
Besides the typical LRTB serial number, passenger capacity, yada yada... the graphics here really just soar into the sky. The Door is the first noticeable part. Usually, you'll find a portrait here, and the portrait is usually a child, a mother, a son or daughter, a saint, Jesus, Mary, Jesus and Mary, or the Sto. Nino... yeah.

Continuing down the side, the side body rarely has anything to do with the side door. If it does, it's usually religious in nature (more Jesus and more Mary - and if you're lucky, you'll see the Last Supper!). There are several different things you'll see on the side - it could either be a movie montage (like spider man), a car, a naked lady hugging an anchor, a car and a naked lady hugging an anchor, and the winner of them all - Malakas and Maganda! Whatever is found on the side of the jeepney is left to the imagination of the designer - but to make it all even stranger, a quote is found beneath the picture. You'll see words like "back to school", "I am your father" and "Speed the way". Yeah.

Above the large side graphic are two dividers. The first divider is located behind the driver, the second divider is at the end of the Jeepney. If it does not have fiber glass, you'll probably find another religious figure, a strange logo that does not make any sense - and my favorite, an astrological zodiac sign with matching image. if you're familiar with the expressions of some of these, the most popular zodiac signs are aquarius and cancer. Aquarians and Cancerians... be very afraid... your future is crystal clear...

Since the canvas of the side is so large, they even make room to place graphics on the side mud guard (at the bottom) and the side top of the car (above the windows). You usually find one worders here, and they are similar too the:

Rear car:
The rear has several parts, including the rear mudguard, and top entrance and the sides. The mud guard can have one worders, a quote, or sometimes both. What's strage is that most of the mudguards have the same font or fonts - namely being a strange sharp, blade-like font and another font made up of objects such as safety pins, broken match sticks, disfigured, burning cigarettes and bent pencils. Words spelt out could mean anything: "Katas", "anak Pawis", "Gancho", "The World is not enough: part 2" and my favorite: "Where there is Wheel, there is way"

The top entrance is usually a greeting for the passenger who will ride the jeepney. usually, you'll see things like: "welcome", "Irrashaimase", "Baby Baby!" and "Let's get it on!"

The sides have graphics similar to the dividers found on the side of the car. Usually, they have images and pictures - these I belive to show the person behind the jeep, just how he got the jeep he's driving. Usually, I see the Taj Mahal, and below it (on the mudguard), the words, "katas ng Saudi Arabia". Now this sounds kinda wierd because the Taj Mahal is in India, not Saudi Arabia... but let's give him the benefit of the doubt...

So what's my point? Take the time to relish in our strange culture of systematic appropriation - where it isn't the content that matters, it's just the way you present yourself. Form over content? Maybe, but the colorful jeepneys are a welcome contrast to the bustling grey of a smoke infested metropolis. As the famous Jeepney driver maxim goes:

"Basta Driver: good lover!"

Quotes to survive

2006-06-19T18:13:00.000-07:00

(Written at 8:43PM on June 19, 2006 at a McDonald's outlet)

Let's face it - we all love to quote.

We quote because it gives basis to a certain argument we are trying to prove (or disprove). In other cases, we quote in order to relish the beauty of life in a poetic, somewhat indirect manner through allusion. Quoting is a beautiful gift because it is a social act that preserves the very basis of each human ideal or thought, and crystallizes it into a readily accessible form. "I think; therefore, I am", "It is not the number of breaths we take, but the number of moments that take our breath away"... yada yada.

But if you're like me, you probably quote to give people the impression that you know what you're talking about, even if you know that you don't know crud if it meant you betting on a yak that yodels. In short, you quote because it's the only thing you can do, and when you know that you're in deep shit, you just beat around with an incoherent quote and bathe in the sublime feeling that you just outwitted a dim-witted colleague. I'll show you how to use this self-built incompetence to your advantage. We all have the ability to weasel our way out of situations, so why not do it with a quote? Example:

Co-Worker: Hey, Eds. Could you look at these figures for me?
Me: "Droll thing life is: one triviality after another..."
Co-Worker: oh... I never thought of it that way.

So take note of your quotes. Humans were born to remember chunks of information, and a huge storehouse of quotes is readily available for the average incompetent human being. Be careful, however, not to fall into the trap of using quotes to make yourself sound smart. The last ting you want is a groupie clinging to your every wish and proclaiming you the ultimate "guru" for your profound sense of worth. Though this is a bit exaggerated, think of the groupie now as a mob that seeks to create your ultimate demise. Intelligence is best weighed when you don't try to flaunt it. Therefore, instead of making yourself appear smart, make your colleagues feel incompetent compared to yourself - doing so, you relatively give yourself the thrill of becoming smarter without directly saying it. Using quotes is an excellent tool for doing this:

Classmate: What's the answer to number 4?
Me: "Fools seek answers. The wise seek reasons."
Classmate: Really?

Quoting is an inborn talent of human beings, and when used properly, can be used to get you out of situations that challenge your own intellectual incapacity. You don't have to say "I don't know" - simply say, "Life has yet to enlighten me", and you get that thrill of being a savvy intellegista.

So what's my point? There are quite a lot of people out there, therefore, who appear to be eloquent and fluent in their respective fields (specializations), and yet they use this same weasel-way-out of quoting that it's hard to tell whether they simply lack a brain or they lack a kidney (assuming that lacking a kidney would make you look like George Bush). My advice, therefore, is not to shoot these vultures down, rather, join them in their own game and outsmart them. Remember, an idiot loaded with quotes is deadlier than Arnold with an UZI. Take this case for instance:

US General spokesperson: "We neither deny nor acknowledge the presence of nuclear warheads in the country."
Witty journalist: "The neuter nourishes the truth towards general acceptance."
Us General spokesperson: "Uh... I didn't say that."
Witty journalist: "I know you are, but what am I..."

Sometimes, it's a matter of diving into someone's quote in order to find it's "true" meaning. That way, you can outsmart them:

Bill Clinton: "I... Did not have sexual relations... With that woman."
Witty journalist: "...Yet"

So basically what I'm trying to get at is that life is a continuum of word play; the players of which screw around with their words in order to get their way. Don't be the victim of this autonomous word play. A leader is only as good as the "how to be a good leader" book that he has, and for each quote he cites from that blasted text book is one opportunity to outsmart him or her. I'm not trying to start a rebellion, but what I am trying to say is this: humans love to quote.

Sushi and liquid soap

2006-04-28T04:32:00.000-07:00

Today was a strange day.

This morning, I had to get up at 430 to go to the US Embassy. Just when I hit the snooze button on my phone, my brother barges in my room and flips me off the bed. This is gonna be a long day...

After the embassy, I had to rush back to class. Not surprising that I was late. That was the second late I incurred in that class, and it was a Japanese language class, so if I do it one more time, I might hear more than just "ohayoo gozaimasu"... This is gonna be a long day...

I had a report to do in my Japanese language class. It was about sushi. Personally, I love sushi, and my groupmates apparently did too when they bought sushi to share with the class. Even though the bulk of the reporting was done by me (shit... I'm so dense.:P), my idiot groupmates went on doing all the stupid things they do. They aren't REALLY stupid, it's just that they act like a bunch of 1st year high school students on jhutes... no offense to you 1st year high school students on jhutes out there... For starters, they started drawing wierd mustaches and goatees on themselves with an eyeliner pencil. It was for "effect", they said. So I rode along the bandwagon to make it look like I was having a good time with them and asked them to give me a unibrow. Wonder what I looked like? Do you know Helga from Hey arnold?

My groupmates performed a short song as an intermission number in the middle of the report. The song went something like this:

"Oyaku donburi
sushi bento
sandoweechee
lamonidi sai da
gyuu-nyuu"

I think it translates to "Mother and child rice toppings... sushi lunch box... sandwich... lamonade cider... milk, milk..."

I wonder what "mother and child" rice toppings taste like... (but seriously, it means "chicken and egg". The literal meaning is mother and child, and it refers to the chicken and the egg respectively)

After that, they brought out the sushi and they began force feeding our professor, saying that it was the culmination of their efforts and the project.

She was forced to eat a piece of egg sushi (forgot the japanese name...) This is gonna to a long day...

After that, none of our class mates wanted to eat the sushi... so my groupmates and I decided to gorge on the sushi. Well.. their loss, I thought. Then I wondered who paid for the sushi and if I was going to chip into whatever the cost of the sushi was. The sushi was from Kitaro... I had a bad feeling about this, but the vast expanse of nothingness in my stomach called to the maki and sashimi and I fell into temptation... This is gonna be a long day...

After that, I had to go and wash off my unibrow. While doing that, one of my groupmates came in with what was left of the sushi to be thrown away. I saw, on the tray, a huge blob of green wasabi that looked more like an egg that it did a leaf, it's probable intended mimicry. Then, my groupmates began talking about leaving the wasabi behind in the washroom as a practical joke. At first they just left it along the sink countertop... then, they picked it up and ploped it into the bathroom liquid soap...

Yeah...

Wonder what that looked like? Imagine a vat of yellow liquid suddenly turning a venomous GREEN before your eyes... those of you who thought it was lime scent... giggle... giggle... snort.

I couldn't help but laugh then because it was... funny. But looking back at it, it was completely idiotic. It was stupid, senseless, and unexplainable. It was a waste of good wasabi. It was a waste of good liquid soap. It was a long... long... day.

After that, I had to explain to my class (I teach homeroom and chemistry to High school kids. The class I'm referring to here is my homeroom class) that I didin't think I'd be their homeroom teacher anymore because I had so many requirements to fulfill for my thesis, and the wasabi was stained on my hands that I couldn't hide my treachery.

After that, I spent a long day in the library sniffing my fingers from time to time and wondering why I allowed that event to happen the way it did.

I'll leave the philosophical discussion for another day, but man...

This has been one long day...

2006-04-26T04:06:00.000-07:00

This picture is dedicated to the person who asked me to put it up in my blog.

Makes ya feel special, don't it.. *wink!*

Stories

2006-04-05T20:39:00.000-07:00

Last year, when I was a Junior, my batch and I had a gudiance testing session where we were all assembled into different rooms and given tests to figure out if we were psychologically insane or unstable in one point or another. It's a thing the guidance center does every year to keep track of all the students that seemingly get either more and more depressed, or more and more psychotic every year.

Well, I don't think that's their intention, but I'd like to think that it is. Sometimes, college life is that scary...

Anyway, the test wasn't exactly your typical "shade-the-circle" questionaire kind of test you'd usually expect these guidance people to give. The test consisted of slides that were flashed in front of the class using a projector. The point of the test was to test the students' imaginitive acuity (whatever that means) by making them write down a story that comes to their mind when they see the slide: the thematic apperception test (thank you Nicolo). I thought it was a fun thing to do... my friends thought it was a sadistic plot to waste time. And I don't blame them, because In the end, it meant one thing - if you can't write for shit, YOU CAN'T WRITE FOR SHIT.

Ahem...

And I know a couple people who really can't write for shit, and they told me themselves that they couldn't write for shit. I'm not insulting them, I'm giving them the due recognition they deserve, and I can't deny the fact that the exam seems a bit biased. I'll admit it was sad, but amusing that out of the five slides shown, all my friend could write about were rape stories. That's... quite scary.

But what's my point? I'm not about to just brag about all the success I have with writing; and I don't want to make it look like I'm belittling my friend's talent in writing rape stories. I guess if you relate story telling as an art, everyone should be an expert. I doubt any one of you is incompetent enough not to tell a good story; if not to someone you've never met, at least to someone you've grown acquainted to. You share stories such as the day you saw your crush run into a clear glass window that he thought wasn't there (sorry for the 'crush' pun), or maybe the day you went to the dentist and discovered that he didn't know that there was such a thing as deodorant. There are an infinite number of stories to tell, and that makes us, as human beings, excellent, if not brilliant story tellers by nature. It is due to our experience that we should let the words flow and the emotions rage.

It may be sad that many people may not be good writiers, as in the given test. But I know, from heart, that the story they were writing probably wasn't the one on the paper itself, but the story going on in their minds as they went about the test. At the end of the test, they would burst out and rant about their experiences in doing the test; they would make jokes, worry about mistakes, think about things they wanted to say - and in the end, the greatest story would not be the one written down on a piece of paper, but the words shared by the multitude of Juniors that day.

It's sad that such words are volatile and fade with the passage of time. But I guess that just gives way to another story. When you look at your life as writing a story, you'll realize that you probably aren't as incompetent as you think you are. Look back at your experiences and realize your own potentials as a brilliant story teller. You may feel better articulating yourself in words, or maybe in text - but one thing is certain: we all can't resist telling a good story.

Microwaves

2006-04-05T20:20:00.000-07:00

Hey Chenee! Here's the story I've been telling you about, really trivial.

(note: this is an edited version of the original)

If it's trivial experiences you're into, I had one last year in a 7-Eleven convenience store. What makes these experiences funny is the complete idiocy of the entire event. It almost makes you want to bang your head against a granite tabletop, while being careful not to chip off some of the finish. And I mean this in the sense that I hope I'm not going to the extent of completely bad-mouthing the silly idiot who apparently has no grasp of the dangers of Microwaves.

You heard it, Microwaves.

Now what's the deal with microwaves? Well, this is what happened:

I usually pass by 7-Eleven at around 6:30 in the evening to buy a bowl of instant noodles (this was before I ended up having kidney stones. Now I pass by 7-Eleven around 6:30 in the evening to by a 6 liter family size Absolute distilled water bottle. It's sad, I know). As you probably already know, these things are easy to prepare - just add hot water. Unfortunately, at the time, they had just replaced the water in the boiler unit, so I would have to wait for the water to boil first before It could actually be dispensed.

Being the imprudent imbicile that I am, I prodded the attendants at the convenience store as to whether or not they could give me any hot water any sooner. Hey, you may never know when a hungry man holding a bowl filled with dried noodles wants hot water - it's a rule of nature.

One of the attendants told me I could put some water in it and place it in the microwave until the water boils over. That sounded like a plan, so I asked him how long I should place it in the microwave.

He told me he didn't know.

But he persisted that he knew what he was doing, and I didn't want to question his self-acclaimed sense of estimation. He just mumbled as he took my bowl of dried noodles away, "tantsahin na lang natin sir."

So we did just that - he filled my bowl with water (that doesn't sound right...), stuffed it in the microwave and set it up to full blast. Now, forgive me for being a worrywart, but I have a slight insecurity for microwaves... sometimes, I think that if you put it to full blast, the box will give over and blow up in my face. Kinda like the marshmallow man in Ghostbusters the
movie... except not that gooey.

I waited for two minutes, after which, the buzzer sounded and the attendant looked in to inspect the bowl of noodles. It wasn't boiling. "Kaunti nalang sir." he mumbled again, and he followed that with a rude shut of the microwave door and another serving of a full blast of microwaves.

At this point, I was wondering how hard boiling water in a microwave could be. What made me even more queesy was the fact that the attendant was trying to look through the transluscent glass of the microwave to see whether or not the water was boiling or not. Upon seeing the futility of his action, he quickly opened the microwaved, peered inside, and shut it again.
At this point, I was close to panic. I wanted to turn around and scream "fire in the hole!" To make things worse, he did it again - only this time, he placed his face more or less inside the black box itself.

Can someone tell me what's wrong with this story? Well, at least the good side is that my noodles were cooked right and the attendant's face was still intact. But still, I hate to say it, but a little ignorance can go a long way.

Maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, I know that you won't cook your face if you stick it inside a microwave - but would that avoid him from sticking other body parts in there without any rational pretense? The more important thing to consider here is, given prolonged exposure to microwaves, does this person even know the consequences of such?

The same goes for many things we take for granted. We claim to have a definitive understanding of a certain topic, only to be shadowed by greater insecurities, uncertainties, which futher lead to an horrendous disfiguration of furture the consequences of our actions. What am I saying? Look, for example, of how we take political issues in the country.

We are good at arguing, pointing out mistakes, only to the extent that we are limited to the information, that of which our puny intellect can handle. We are in no objective position to state that we know what is best for the country, and that makes us, in one aspect or another, as ignorant as the attendent who sticks his face into a microwave for sport.

Perhaps by now I have angered several people who have their say for or against the current government we have in the country today. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying people who want the president to step down are wrong, and I'm not saying that people who want the president to stay are right either.

I'm just saying: how many microwaves can we take before we completely disfigure ourselves and realize the consequences of our own ignorance towards such immutable knowledge?

How much more can we learn from our current situations? And if we feel our decisions are well informed, what consequnces do they hold for us in the long run?

Exposing ourselves to microwaves might not be that big a deal - I exposed myself to microwaves on a daily basis when I was a child and I'm a complete idiot at that as of this date. And that's because the effects of this exposure aren't noticable until they are irrevocable scars, indellible upon ourselves as reminders for our foolish ignorance. That's why they're called microwaves: they're small waves that don't manifest themselves until amplified at great magnitudes (okay, cheesy, but true).

My kidney stones are another example of this ignorance, but that's another story. I'll leave it at this because I'm afraid that my own "un-intelligence" or ignorance towards today's political issues will lead me further towards a road of error and doubt. But I hope my point remains clear: a little ignorance can go a long way.

I have a blog!

2006-04-05T20:01:00.000-07:00

Alright! I finally gathered up my courage and made a blog here on blogger.com. Haha! And to think that I was at first afraid... Thank you so much Chenee! *wink*

For those of you that know me, I'll be moving my zany and utterly senseless posts from my Friendster blog here for your viewing pleasure, that way, it gives me the uninteded thrill of making others think that I'm a veteran poster having the blog literally filled with different kinds of posts within such a short span of time. Remember, it's not the post that matters, but the frequency of the post... or something to that effect.

Just kidding.

Anyway, what am I ranting here for, might as well get this over with.

I'd like to make a shout out to all the Mac Addicts (not users... addicts) out there - this one's for you. For those who have stuck to Mac even before the OS X: Aqua revolution, this one's for you. Even for you sorry SM's that stuck up with the "jackintosh" 7800, this one's for you... kinda.