Shit man. (Nup. That is not my expressionez. (although expressionez cannot be found in any language.)) May nadiskubre ako tungkol sa mga bolpen, lapis, at titi, oo, titi.XD Omnes ex verbo latinitate "penis", membro mare, ducentur; they're all derived from the Latin word "penis"! Hahahaha.XD Vamos a Subic, Cien Islas, y Baguio la proxima semana. Sum valde excitata. o_o Huling exam na bukas. Pagkatapos non ay, putangina, wala na akong gagawin. My friends have moved elsewhere to work, and those who have left behind are those who have just regenerated their simian species. (Not to mention those who have aborted their tiyanaks.o_0 What is happening to the procreation department people?? You're making the earth denser, and therefore, closer to the sun, and therefore precipitating global catastrophe. If you want to provide a better future for your children, don't make children; use condoms, rubber dickies, or carrots. Waaaaaah.)

Hohum. May naalala ako sa date ngayon. Anniversary namen! Dapat! Ni ano. May pamilya na rin. Putragis. Lahat na ata ng mga ex ko (shet, parang daming naging boypren ano.XP) may asawa na... o anak. FAAAAAAAAAAK. Ako nalang ang natitirang nilalang na singgol sa mundo.

I'm going to miss my erudite (and balding) Latin professor. Huhuhu. I have a theory: all my balding professors this semester are among the finest and most jocular in the university. (Ergo, the balder you are, the wiser and more jocular.) Perhaps they are old, or perhaps they are biologically young but old in spirit. Ooohhh. I don't believe in spirits by the way. So let's just say they think they are old, whence they become an incarnation of their thoughts (even if they are young). o_o What you think you are, you will be. Hoooooo. Shet lalehm pare.

Well. Have to study my ablative absolutes and passive periphrastic conjugations and gerundive chuvanesses.:D Yay! Last exam! Then off to the beeeeaaaaaach!:DD

Wait... speaking of beaches. Pupunta nga kami next week sa... err. Sa Subic. Yick. So daming pipol. And I'm so fat na yuno, with cellulite all over my ass. Touch it and it ripples like water.o_0 Shit. Two piece! Make that two pieces swimsuit!XD But I! I will start a new fad! Wet suits are in! Yes, that thick tight jet-black scuba gear that covers the whole body and makes you look like an anthropomorphous oil-coated whaledung settling towards the seabed where it shall further enhance the copulation of corals and seaplants and other seabed vegetal wild life. (Yes, plants have the right to be wild too. Although they may seem sedate, seaplants' roots actually walk on the sea bottom; they're actually crossbreeds of seaweeds and reptiles. How they breed, I wonder. (If you fell for what I just said, you have got to exercise your Skepticism and Doubt and rectify it by searching for the Truth; whoever seeks for answers shall find them. "Seek and you shall find; ask and it shall be given to you," and that's from the Bible, a reference to postmodern existentialist mythology.o_0 Aye, Jesus was an existentialist, I'm afraid.))

Funny how the society is wrapped about in lies--essential lies, lies or fictions that become so real, the truth is right in front of people's eyes and yet they can barely see. Animals since the dawn of time have persistently "lied" in order to propagate their species. They adapted to their habitats, camouflaged themselves, and passed on their virtuosic fabrication skills to their progenies. Creationists say God created everything unique and perfect, but why do dolphins have nipples; why do non-flying (albeit swimming and waddling) birds have wings; why do some snakes have superfluous lungs that have no purpose whatsoever? They're as futile as extra letters in words that provide no practical application in articulation. But they tell us something intriguingly important: the origin of things. They explain their ancestors and etymologies, from where they derived and why they are what they are. (Yes, I am a self-confessed walking speechifying tautology.) To put, they explain their evolution. (Horse. Sup with the topic??o_0 I am not didactic, pardon me.) The point see, humans too camouflage themselves in lies to survive. Just like leaf-patterned butterflies, humans do not know they are a lie; that their wildly superstitious beliefs that have shaped their lives and portions too of history are invented for instinctual evolutionary purposes--to, repeat, survive. So humans progressively build up mythologies, fiction, novels, movies, gods, and concepts of the afterlife--heaven, hell, reincarnation, et cetera--to placate themselves (although they might not even be aware), and live their lives in comfort and jollification (and to not get rip-roaring angry and annihilate everybody and themselves). The world is innately meaningless, purposeless, pointless, just as life is. So we give it meaning by erecting the most essential of fictions, religion, sprinkled in with a little contradictory omni-everything insular god and his diabolical plan for everybody.

I just realized (ohh shit, a realization!XD) that all those alternate realities prevalent in literature and the media are all talking about one same thing: atheistic existentialism. What you see is the truth, that is, stripped with all its connotations and allusions and associations and references to other things. (My metafictional short story is therefore fallacious and phantasmagoric.) And what they portray the reality is, is what people are blind to see. The reality outisde The Matrix is the truth--a bloodily horribly execrable reality, and the world or The Matrix as they perceive it is layered with thick strata of illusions. And they all have this same message: the world is illusory; the real real world is unacceptable. That that church is no more than rocks built in an artistic masonry. That icon or statue is no more than a painted, carved ivory, polished and festooned on a pedestal to be worshipped by millions of idiots. That that razored hair of Britney Spears (I know, old news.XP) is worth a million bucks on ebay. They are just STUFF. Pointless, useless stuff which you buy literally or figuratively because of their connotations--sometimes eons of evolved connotations. Just like religion.

I have embraced my atheism. And my introversion. (Another realization!XD I'm now an introvert convert! (Although I knew it all along but never really acknowledged it!) My pseudopeople skills have zapped out of my interpersonal skills!XD) I really tried to believe, you know. Really really tried till my brains gushed out of my ears in theology class. But it just really wouldn't work. (Though I excelled my theology class by sheer memorization.) So I gave up. I don't want to pretend to have faith when I don't. Faith in God is an outlandish claim that requires understanding. And those who aver they understand God--them priests and bishops and popes and nuns and supernuns and monks and all clerics alike--they all know deep within themselves that they don't (since no body can bloody understand god to begin with), that they're merely deluding themselves to outwit all those other blindly converted mortals who say they believe. But they merely believe out of fear; they fear death, God's judgment, inferno, and among all others, they fear themselves because they can't provide their own meaning for their lives, so they have to rely on "god". Yet it's impossible to believe when one does not understand, for understanding and faith must go together in order to subsist. Understanding is requisite for faith; where understanding has ceased, faith is dead; and they who proclaim they have faith, they deceive.

Say, "You just have to have faith in God." Capital BULLSHIT. If I die and find out god exists and he curses me to eternal flames for not believing, I'll say, "I lived a moral life, thank you very much," with my two middle fingers raised at his face.

Simplify. It is difficult to swallow at first--that there is no heaven, there is no God, that the God who mentally talks back to you is just a duplicitous gland in your brain, and you'll just amount to a colony of maggots and worms when you die. But once you see the simplicity of the world, it's just as illuminating and liberating as you once had with religion, that is, without the mysteries and superstitions. But I don't blame people if they believe. The seemingly nonfictitious fictions they believe tell them one truth or another anyway--subjective truths--but not the entirety of it.

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