this place is sick, the times...and people's hearts too

watched the news just this afternoon before i came to work. the news was about the actions by the president regarding the celebration of the so called "people power", whatever the hell that means.

but the thing is, the people were just trying to celebrate the event..and well, yeah, they had a coupla militant groups who had different ulterior motives, other than taking advantage of their freedom of expression. now, what happened is the president went all apeshit and dispersed the crowd, declared a state of emergency, barred some of the press groups, and started arresting a coupla politicians, just because of a hunch that those groups will start acting erratically and begin blasting their way to presidency.

they're all wrong, actually. the people definitely had something in mind other than celebrating the event, and the president flipped out and reacted inconsiderately to the situation. now the thing is, the politicians shouldn't have taken advantage of that day, and the big lady should have kept her calm and shouldn't have acted recklessly, autogenetically.

people nowadays.

it's almost as if nobody's thinking of anything else but themselves and their own personal mainspring.

like ruling the world. well..not like..the world per se but, yeah, the country perhaps.

anyway, i don't think a revolution's gonna help things a bit, as of this moment. and a change of president wouldn't exactly help either. i don't think that things will be better off just by changing the minds behind the government.

change..has to come from the people being governed. that, and some of the government heads too.

okay, so the country has to change altogether.

but i don't think they'll change. the people are too buttheaded enough to allow change, to come from themselves.

what we need, is an instant solution.

some higher power oughta nuke us all into democracy. that way, things will definitely change.

the place is sick, anyway.

sick, beyond all help.

time of thin blood

the new generation.

it seems that the youth nowadays are on the verge of downfall. seldom do i see anybody wanting to go to school or get some education. most of them just want to do things the easy way. the rich ones get lucky, because they got their parents to support their whims and they can get as much opportunities as those who are working, because they are, rich. the sad thing is that the poor ones, though offered the chance for education, refuse to. they think they're better off living their punk asses off and relying on their streetsmarts to get them somewhere.

but the thing is, nothing is that easy. you don't become successful if you don't strive. you have to have goals. you can find these lazy ass critters just sitting in pavements trying to play tricks on passersby and cracking sick jokes. sometimes when i see these kids, i feel an unresistable urge to jump on 'em and beat the crap out of their weak bodies and pound their heads into a pulp. but of course, because i'm a decent sonofabitch, i keep my cool and continue to walk with my head down, muttering to myself about how i pity the fools, and their soon to be extinct fun.

seldom will you find another intellectual person anymore. the whole world is full of posers. you think a person is cool, but then, all of a sudden, when you get to know the person, you will discover that the person has issues, and that there's something wrong with that person.

prodigies are becoming extinct, that's for sure. it seems that the blood of caine is getting thinner with every generation born. society, is slowly crashing down. i see the end of humanity. there's still hope left, of course, in the few remaining skilled ones. our chances for survival, lies with them.

the time of thin blood.

you only recognize them, if you are one of them

i have created a compilation of the description for the brilliant minds of this planet. you know who you are. you must meet all of the requirements below, to determine if you are worthy...

1. they do not have the answers to all the questions. they answer one question. and then they show you how much deeper it goes.

2. they do not have to kiss asses to get anywhere. they are recognized.

3. they lead by example, and not by dictatorship.

4. they are always silent. but when they speak, everybody listens.

5. they have the brilliance aura. they need not boast.

6. they prefer to act, rather than talk.

7. they are wise, and not just plain intelligent.

8. they are discriminated by the simple minds, for them, they are adversaries to the throne.

9. they do not want attention. they are not competing for the throne. they already have it.

10. they are not the commanders, they are the assassins.

11. they know something is wrong with the society, and that everyone else just don't see it.

12. they are not the grade A student, they are the average guys, who don't ace the exams. but they are where the others get their solutions from.

13. their memory is a mess, but their reasoning, is intact.

14. they are often misunderstood, for the lesser beings are blinded by their limited reasoning.

15. their minds are limitless. and their capabilities, infinite.

16. everybody knows his name, but he isn't in a popularity contest.

17. they can be the best in any field, if they choose to be.

18. they need not be dorky. they are, who they appear to be.

19. they do not long for titles. they are titled.

20. they are gifted, yet they are cursed.

21. for them, sleep, is a waste of time.

22. they need not prove anything to anybody. they are proven.

broken-down beliefs

i've been trying to resurface old memories.
took me some time to do it.

came up with vague memories of my childhood.

my family was never superstitious. we never accepted superstitious practices, and we seldom followed tradition.

my family was different.
our minds were guided by each person's beliefs.

and in our family, we all had different perspectives. this dissemblance, brought forth diversity amongst the practices of each of the family members.

i was raised by a family of geniuses.
being the youngest at that time, i had to conform with the scattered beliefs of my family. i still had no individuality.

but as i grew up, i began shaping my own personality. i coupled different beliefs with my own theories.

though i was a synthesis of different dogmas, i became unique. i was something else. i developed my own ideology.

as i grew up, i took advantage of my eccentricity. it was good. everything was easy. i was a god.

alas, time catched up on me. all of a sudden, i wasn't as different as i used to be. everybody seems to be unique in their own way.

time...was being fair for everyone.

and with that truth in mind, being different, like everybody else, i am, just like everybody else. and that takes away my individuality.

it seems funny, you know, when your most seminal
ideology crashes down on you, when you prove to yourself, that your religion has been a hoax all along, everything seems to lose sense to you.

you become jaded.

you develop a fathomless hate for the world, and for all its ideals. and you hesitate on welcoming new postulations because you have an abyssal rage fueled by your broken conjectures.

everything little thing seems abysmal.

you know there's something wrong, and you have to do something about it.

so i extended my awareness.
there's gotta be something else here.

'cause if there isn't, what else am i living here for?

is it not our profound ambition to be gods ourselves, that's keeping us from totally conforming to the system?

our only salve...from becoming institutionalized.

there's not much left of us, but hope.

and yes..it does..have it's own way of making things work...

god of the mind

was asked by an interviewer why i didn't apply for a leader position..

this is what i told him..

"..i do not have, the markings of a great leader, sir. i'm a prodigy. i specialize. i'm one of the guys who act, and not talk.."

this is a hint for those geniuses who question themselves on why they don't seem to find a personal reason why they should apply for a leader position.

ask yourselves.

you're a genius. you won't be put to good use as a director.

you specialize. damn the recognition. it's better to worshipped by an enlightened few..than to be praised by the unwashed masses. go figure.

there's a fine line between intelligent, and prodigal. always remember that.

the intelligent ones. though they may be good no doubt, there's a limit to their minds. once you reach that limit, it's a dead end. that's where everything stops.

the prodigy. is limitless. his mind knows no bounds.

that's where the excellent, loses sight of the omniscient.

the burden of genius.

blank slate

noticed something whenever i try to add a post in my blog. i do, have a lot in my mind that i would like to put in but..whenever it gets to that point, i seem to run out of words. it's like, everything i wanted to put in suddenly becomes caved in underneath all the ideas, and that there's nothing left in the surface but gibberish and senseless talk. is it always like that? i'm wondering if this is part of the withdrawal symptoms i'm having because i rarely have time to drink alcoholic beverages anymore. or maybe it's a sign that i'm slowly becoming institutionalized. i'm slowly losing my creativity. and that everything i've fought and cried for in the past few years..all my ideals.. all my theoretical assumptions..are slowly drowning in a pool of hackneyed ideas. yeah, well, maybe i just need to find a good topic to write about. but then again, maybe i just need a beer.

one-liners, part one

I've been thinking so much lately about the best one-liners you can use in such untimely events. I mean...when the situation calls for it.

For the deserving ones, who didn't get what they're worth..
"..they miss things sometimes..it happens to everybody..it's just that, you need not prove anything to nobody..it's bound to shine, one way or another.."

For the bad guys who want to dislodge a relationship with a bad girl..
"..guys like me flirt with the bad girls, but we don't take them home, honey. we marry the good girl. we grab that happy ending.."

For those who lay aside and put down the beliefs of others..
"it's a sad day for non-believers.."

it gets to ya

finally figured out the game..

"Petals around the rose"..

was supposed to test a thinking man's patience, cluelessness, and algorithmic skills.

turns out...you don't need half a brain to solve it..

it's the epitome of all things blind.

just when i was beginning to doubt my genius, it suddenly dawned on me. ahh..people tend to forget the bigger picture. they get so wrapped up in their problem solving skills, creating theories and solutions, left and right, that they get lost in a pool of logical garbage.

simplicity was the solution.

they say the logical man takes longer to figure it out. because they tend to complicate it.

no.

genius or not, it's just about who gets to think of it first.

to those geniuses out there who got so frustrated trying to solve it and still haven't done so..

"..being unable to answer one puzzle question don't make you less a genius. though the puzzle may be about logic, never question your minds. solving one, don't make a dumb man king. there's a fine line between knowledgable and prodigal. the prodigies, they specialize."

got so worked up trying to figure it out.

so if you're curious to test your numbnuts, search for the game "Petals around the Rose".

it's the latest craze. you can use any search engine in the internet. it's a stupid game, anyway. go figure.

acknowledgement

i've finally figured out my algorithms.

now i'm ready to finish my upcoming game's engine. it's guildmaster 2.1 (not that i'm advertising or anything..)

the previous version was a mess, but hey, the engine was solid. the game worked the way it should, anyway.

so...my thanks, in behalf of those dorks who have a sad life, and an unlimited internet connection, who downloaded the first version. keep sending those lame ass suggestions and comments. and maybe i'll think of adding those stuff.

the previous version is no longer available at my brother's site, but it will be replaced soon by version 2.1. i still have a copy though, so freeware fanatics, send me your email so i can send the oldie. i could even throw you a beta version or source code if your name doesn't sound german.

and oh yeah, thanks to mr.analnymous for endlessly mailing me about his wonderful ideas, which went straight to the recycle bin. loved those animations you created though, saved it in my prototype folder. maybe i'll have a use for them. ("..you seem so full of ideas, why don't you create your own game?..")

and...filipino developers...please...i'm not for hire. though i appreciate the offer, i never desired to be employed by people who would rather borrow an unlicensed engine or create mods for the boxed games. good work, by the way. and i don't wanna do this for the money. i create these games just for the fun of it.

thanks, ya'll for the support, and stupid suggestions. i'll drink to your radioactive noodles and hope you'll email me somethin' with a little sense in it.

du wurst wie eine wanze zerquestch..

management

funny thing happened around the office.

my officemate was trying to print a memo for the delinquents. after a while she hesitantly approached me. she was reeled about something.

"hey, what's the abbreviation for management?"

"silly girl, here, lemme spell it for you..."

to my amazement, i found it hard too.
"gimme a pen, will ya? i'ma think about it.."

jesus. i must've spent 5 minutes pondering about it. i'm an idiot. i crashed from genius to stupid.

where the hell did my brain go?

so i approached my other officemate.
"dude, spell this out for me, will ya?"

"you idiot, here's how.."

10 minutes. he took longer than me to realize he's braindead too.

together, the three of us went to my boss couz.
"yo, how the hell do you abbreviate management?"

5 minutes. he gave up.

oh god, everybody went stupid.
where were we, when god was giving brains?

dammit, the whole office couldn't figure it out.
so we spelled it out. no need to abbreviate, anyway.

management.

how the hell do you abbreviate that shit, anyway?

tears for fears

when i was young, i used to fear the dark. specially when it's pitch black. i was afraid to sleep alone.

because i had this immense fear of the boogeyman.
old stories about him made me shudder just thinkin' about it.
he was harmless, i know. but damn i was afraid of him.
for many a night's sleep i would wake up in the middle of the night because he never let up. he was my childhood fear.

but that was then.
i grew up. i forgot about him.

but hell, he grew up too.
and came back for me.

i first encountered him when i got home from work. tired, stressed, and beat. i didn't recognize him. i thought it was just another bad dream.
then he'd visit me every now and then, and in between sleepless nights, i realized one thing.

it was him. my childhood fear has come back. albeit in a different form. even more vicious than before.

the sandman.

harbinger of nightmares and bad dreams.

he's grown up alright. this time, he kills.
he's ended many lives already. some of them, i know.

this time he's learned no respect.
this time, he's all outta humour.

he visits me every now and then. and everytime he does, he takes away pieces of my soul. he's eating away my humanity.

many times i'd wake up sweating, with a heartburn, a headache, and sometimes with a nosebleed.

iv'e never given up in my fight against him though. i do, find ways to last my nights with him. but it's a losing battle.

one day, he's gonna work his way inside me.
one day, he'll be the death of me.

one day...but not today...

mr.fixit

knew a fixer way back in college.
he was real talented and shit. he could fix you almost anything you need. patch you up real good.
he was one resourceful fella.

the only thing he couldn't remedy was his personality. he had this real huge attitude problem. he disagrees a lot with everybody, be it wrong, he tries to stump the guy. make him feel like a fool and all. he was an ass.

one day his friend got tired of him. his friend, had lotsa connections.

friend set him up with a mobster.

the guy was in charge of mob ops, so he was one devious sonofagun. and he had devised a foolproof plan.

he contracted mr. fixer for a job that was supposed to be easy. he made it so that sooner or later, something unforgivable will come up. and so it did.

mr.fixer couldn't see thru the plan. he was at wit's end.
couldn't come up with a good explanation.
then the mob had to call in the cleaner.

homeboy got cornered.
cleaner had a real huge gun.

mr.fixit, got fixed.
talent be damned.
poor kid. never knew what hit him.

somebody got tired of him, fer sure..

i was a female hokey

got lost in one of the many random chatrooms at the net.

out of my stress, i named my persona "jaded".

somethin' wierd was up, you know. these male chatters kept on giving me endless questions and shit. i can tell they were getting real crazed.
then i opened up a good topic. one of the guys gave me some good advices, stuff like that. he told me lotsa things. i learned a lot from him that day.

"man.." i kept typing.."..you oughtta win a good samaritan award or sumthin'..."
"it's okay..", he said. "it's my pleasure.."

his pleasure? wtf? okay.. somethin's wrong here.
i know chat communities have always been nice, but hey, nobody's that nice.

so before i continued, i reviewed the screen. to my surprise, i mistyped the word "jaded" into "jade"! what in the world? must be why the losers kept flirting with me. i was a hottie!

so i continued on. trying to reveal what kind of things move inside the heads of these jackasses.

then i got tired.

i spoke to one of the female chatter.
"these guys are annoying at times.."
"yeah, you and me both, honey.."

two irate women sharing a moment?

or two slovenly, dorito breathed male chatters pretending to share a moment?

i don't know. and i don't wanna know.

i want you to know, my dear lady readers, i'm mighty mighty. i'm all man. keep sendin' those bikini photos..

all used up

11pm. still at my desk. now there's a hallmark moment. i arrived at the office 6 in the morn.
i've spent 16 hours in the office already. still no sign of slowing down. now there's workaholism for you.
got tired of surfin' the net. got tired of downloading games. maybe i do need some rest. but dammit, too much stress keeps my eyes from doing forty winks.
dammit, i shoulda brought some clothes. i wasn't expecting this. i'm freezing. i'm tired. i'm hungry. i'm bored. and i'm runnin' out of fun things to do.
i'm risking my health so that the rich farts get to land the big ones. dammit, i'm beat.

worked up

it's the sales cut off week..

the damned office phone rang all day. every businessminded freak is getting all worked up, trying to make every minute count. they must be like.."we gotta push our sales for this month or it's your asses, now get going!"

my freakin' phone never got some rest too. my superiors seemed to be having a very bad day. i can only imagine their faces. 'cause they're like, on a separate location, you know. they must've gone all red and shit.

wish i was like them though. thinking about work all day long. nothin' else. but i'm not. though i try to keep my brain busy, a few thoughts and memories still find their way to my subconscious.

on weekends, i take home piles of paperwork. somethin' to do while drinking. somehow, working at home makes me feel good. though it doesn't make me any wealthier, i don't mind. at least i felt good.

some of you might be thinking i'm a sorry ass. that my life is boring. it's okay. i think it's boring too. but i chose to live this way. i'm doing my best to avoid reverting to the old me. i'm kinda runnin' away from my past, you know. i once lived a colorful life. it was good. but then, my sins came back for me. i'm afraid that i'm not yet completely forgiven, and that karma will come back for me, by the hundreds.

so now i'm trying to find my peace of mind. but right now, it's hard for me.

but somehow, i do find solace in working.

pent-up stress

i was on my way home one day when i came upon a snatcher runnin' away from his crime scene or sumthin'. he had this stupid grin on his face, telling me that this guy was pleased with what he hath done.

there was hardly a crowd at all, so he was running fast. but he kept lookin' behind him, trying to see if anybody's tailing him.

all of a sudden...WHAM! lights out. never has he seen so many stars in his life. he was out cold for like, two minutes or sumthin'. it was a wide ass electrical post. and quite solid too.

two minutes.

time enough for the bystanders and the passersby to take a look at sleeping beauty.

then he opened dreamy eyes. just when he was about to speak, the lady he was trying to escape from arrived, yelling that the clumsy oaf stole her cellphone.

then she kicked him right in the nuts! he howled in a very high tone, like he was soprano or sumthin'. the the poor guy got struck in the nose by the same guy who helped him up.

next thing i know, the crowd was all over him. left and right, he got the beating he so richly deserved. they clouted the bejesus out of the guy. it's like he got dirt on everybody.

i just stood there. aghast. then a voice from behind me kept hollering that they oughtta kill the bonehead. i was like.."wtf? easy now, you're doing way too many drugs, man.." then i left. baffled by what i just saw. i pondered.

it dawned on me after a while. most people have so much pent-up stress and hate, just waiting to be released. the crowd must've found a good chance. somehow, knocking him silly must have helped them a bit. they found an outlet for their anger. i've never seen so much aggression in my entire life. it's like he got beef with everyone in the crowd. they sure beat the crap out of him. old fart's gonna be counting teeth on the floor after that.

poor guy must've been an angel in disguise.
the fight's gone out of him fer sure.

angel or not, i shoulda given him some of my stress too...

poetry up the wazoo!

i have this thing for poetry.
those i absolutely like, i tend to memorize.

here are some of 'em.
the greatest hits.

-the arrow and the song

i shot an arrow into the air
it fell to earth i knew not where
for so swiftly it flew
the sight could not follow it in its flight

i breathed a song into the air
it fell to earth i knew not where
for who has sight so keen and strong
that could follow the flight of a song?

many years afterwards in an oak
i found the arrow still unbroke
and the song from beginning to end
i found again in the heart of a friend..

..i've known that one since i was a kid, never left my memory somehow..anyway, here's another one..this one i absolutely like..

-he wishes for the clothes of heaven

had i the heaven's embroidered cloths
enwrought with golden and silver light
the blue and the dim and the dark clothes
of night and light and the halflight

i would spread them under your feet
but i, being poor, have only my dreams
i have spread my dreams under your feet
tread softly, because you tread on my dreams..

..it's over a hundred years old so, lay off the english, it's like, all poetic and shit..

..i have this thing for great ideals too, here goes..

"..the world don't move to the beat of one drum, what might be right for you, may not be right for some. a man is born, he's a man of means. then along come two, they've got nothin' but their jeans. but they've got different strokes. it takes different strokes to move the world.."

..try to contemplate on the meaning of this ideal. it's deep, when you try to think about it. it's deep alright.

be careful what you wish for

some guy went to the comfort room to take a leak.
then he overheard a pained yell from the next cubicle.
hesitant, he kicked down the door. he tried to determine what was wrong.
then to his amazement, the grunt had no bunghole!
he was in pain 'cause he wanted to crap..

"jesus, man, what the hell happened to you?"

"dammit, i found this magic ring, and when i tried to rub it, some genie appeared and gave me a stupid wish."

"and?"

"he gave me only one. but i was surprised, and in my amazement, i yelled...NO SHIT?!.."

get it? no shit? ..

...so okay, that was a lame attempt to humour my readers. but the point is, be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it...and the hooligan in the john's totally got the idea...he lost his hole, for chrissakes..

somebody end my life now

i'm taking a break from writing sarcastic posts. now don't get me wrong, i do love making 'em, but hey, sometimes we do need to show some of our soft side. like me, perhaps. yeah. i'm human too. though most of the time, i'm jaded, but i do have my sensitive side.
and to show ya'll that i'm not all meat, and that i'm not a total jerk, i've decided to let my audience see the real me...

i love butterflies...wtf? no, really!.. i mean i do love em. specially those with bright colors, and less spots. but i dislike moths. they kinda creep me out. enough with the pests.
and may i ask, anyone out there, has anyone else seen acts of valor, recently? where has honor gone? is it only a thing of the past? only a memory left by the dark ages? i sure hope not. in this place and time, we desperately need it. we need heroes. i know i do.

but then, all my heroes died.
all my angels, have sinned.

in this day and age, i am desperately searching for remnants of the line of Troile. now he's a hero. he lived in a time where men have died for lesser insults. where men respected honor, and were led by valor. men.. who rejected the idea of the Gehenna altogether and formed the inner circle, who, in turn, searched for Golconda.
enough about history.

love. oh yeah. i can love. i mean, i have loved. more than once. and heck, i have lost too. many times. everbody does. but hey, i used to think i've had the worst luck when it comes to love but, i've come to know a lot of people who's totally had it. i knew somebody who has totally flipped out coz of love. and i also knew somebody who got himself perished cause some insane girl couldn't do with just one man. it's an amazing thing, love. it can either win an entire battle, or, within a moment's time, end a dynasty. yup. true, true.

okay i'm done. i've gone all soft and shit.
and what the hell is this?! omigod! tears on my cheeks..oh crap, i'm cryin'!!!

he knew everything

i remember one time on my way home from work, two guys discussing about programming and computer stuff.

one of them kept going on, didn't wanna stop. the other guy just listened with gleaming eyes. crazy thing is, he was kicking the wrong stuff into his friend's nuts!

poor guy. he must have been thinking.. "my bestfriend knows everything. he is one cool guy. i'm like, his number one fan and all. i'ma include him in my prayers.."

holy hell. the look on his face, i can never forget. awe, cluelessness, sheer inspiration. i almost felt sorry for the guy. poor soul. his life must've been an awful sad routine.

because i am a decent person, i let him finish his piece. though it made me uncomfortable, specially because he was dictating source codes and everything, which happens to be my area of interest.

i do know my science. and my science says, "he's wrong.. i'm right.."

he went on, all proud and all that. he was like.. "i'm the man. you got any questions, hook me up. i'ma give you all the lessons your little brain needs.. i'm like, genius and shit.."

and i’m like.."yes you are!"

these guys are everywhere. always desiring one-upmanship.

i've seen worse, though.

why can't anyone be humble for a change. like me. (really!) i know humility. life's experiences taught me well. taught me well..

anyway, whoever is reading this rant, should know, i'm not a total asshole. i do love this place. i'ts just that, i'm a true product of the society. and it has blessed me sarcasm and malice. everyday i'm getting angrier and bored.

thing is, i'm not such a great guy. i'm just like everyone else. smart enough to know that i'm normal. and that's cool with me.

death by spam

i just checked four of my email accounts. some creep does not let up sending me spam.

what is it with this guy? if i wanted info, i'd tell him. but i sure as hell don't.

tips on self defense? wtf? get a load of this fool.

jeez, this twit must be thinking he's found a friend in me. he oughtta throw his flimsy laptop out his damned window.

better yet, he oughta stick it all the way up his bunghole.

there. i said my piece.

these wackos don't know how to quit.

pummel my head, quick!

i just sent messages to a girl today. she had a mighty fine blog. full of sad stories, and other sentimental stuff like that.

i've been thinkin'. what on earth could have happened to this lady? kind of made me wonder why she's fulla hate.

great. another sad story. it's almost as if the world is bitter in itself.

i've a sad story too. everybody does. anyone who'd be interested would need to possess epic amounts of time and patience.

it's a long story, you know. colorful, i guess. i've lived my life well. i have no regrets. it made me strong, somehow.

well.. almost. it's just that i don't seem to run out of bad luck, dammit. just when I thought i've already been forgiven.

maybe someone up there thinks that i don't deserve any good luck at all.

i'm cursed. but i know damn well i already paid for my sins dearly, and then some.

depression hits me whenever i get home and think about things. i try to convince myself that this'll be helped by a drink.

i open my fridge.
i down a few bottles.
then i whisper, the nights last so long in this place.
then i feel sort of okay.
another day in this crazy life.
maybe tomorrow, i'll feel better.
maybe tomorrow, i'll wake up and realize, this is just a bad dream.

i never seem to run out of nightmares.
the sandman seems to have his watchful eye fixated on me.
good thing, i'm getting used to it.

i'm still at the office. surfing the bejesus outta me. maybe i ought to go home. maybe i do need a drink.

spreading the disease

i'm bloggin' this.

put the world on notice. it's unlikely that you'll actually see anyone overtly change their behavior lest they be blogged, but you'll certainly shake up a paranoid few.

i am transferring posts from my other blog here, so i can share with the masses my random thoughts, ordeals, and experiences.

after all.. what is knowledge, if it isn't shared?