hypocrisy

hypocrisy 

he took his cellphone. he showed me a photo of a naked woman lying on bed shot from his phone camera. he said that was one of his girlfriends. i said "ahhh ok". he seemed like he was not satisfied my reaction, he open another file from his cellphone and opened another photo of that same woman. but this time he was with it, on the bed with nothing on. (this is one of the douchiest thing that i have encountered on a person). i said "you are crazy". he replied, "well, that's me. I am a man". then, he opened another file form his cellphone and showed me a video of his wife naked. they were having a conversation in the video, not sex. i did not take interest on it. (it was such a douche thing.) My mind was disgusted by the situation. again, i responded, "crazy!", trying to sound like i was interested. he replied again, "crazy? I'm a man". "OK" i said. he continued by show more pictures of different woman on his cell phone telling me that he would always hide his phone from his wife. such a douchebag.

he loves to tells stories about him having 4 sex partners every time he travels. he says that he would have a girlfriend then would dump them after he gets tired then would look for another girlfriend. then excuses himself, "because, I'm a man". (fucking lame alibi) he would also say how tiring his day was because he had to meet his girlfriend and tried to make excuses from his wife. he brags about this stuffs almost everyday.(by the way, he recently got married) he keeps on telling me this almost everyday, as if he is trying to proclaim to the world that he is a man, a real man. somehow i find it overly said which make me think they are all fabricated.. or even lies. or maybe we is just trying to convince himself that he is a real man because he has not proven it yet.

the next day, we had this weird conversation. he tried to convince me that i am wrong.  he tried to make an argument. he was trying to explain that i believing 'it' it will be for my own good. "who are you going to call on to if you are on your deathbed?" he asked with conviction. i said "i don't know..and i don't care. i told you that i don't believe in religion."  then he kept going on, trying to change my views. he said a lot of religious things that i already heard of... that i already got sick of. it was like as if I'm going to hell and he was so concerned about me burning. i was laughing inside. i replied "ahh ok" to the rest of the things he was saying to me.he said that he was just doing his responsibility as a Christian.he sounded like a holy man this time.

we continued walking and i listened and said nothing but "ok". i really didn't care what he was saying.i was just being nice so i listened. i didn't try to explain my side because people like him will never understand. i also wouldn't want to express my religious thoughts because i feel it would sound offensive to those who believe. i don't want any arguments especially about religious matters. And don't want to argue with this douchebag.

a hypocrite? or maybe just a pure douchbag. he probably was just making stories, trying to boost his ego which, for me, makes him looks like a total loser. i pity his wife. he bastardized his wife by showing a video and for me that was such an assholish thing to do. (come on, man! just a little respect to your newlywed wife) A hypocrite, shall i say.He bastardized his god too, as he did to his wife. and just so you know, he is an active follower of his church. so fucked up

i just don't understand why people have to prove something to other people.i don't  understand  why they brag abut something, or worse, lie about one's self just to try to be better than the other. i don't understand why they have ask other people to do something when in fact they themselves can't even stand when they believe in. try to prove something to me? what for? i don't even care. the only person that you need to prove something to is yourself.

i don't feel good

oops.. i doodled again. thanks to boredom. 

It’s my day off. I’m stuck here in the apartment. I got nothing to do but to stay in the internet. For some reason, some people in Facebook are annoying me now. Maybe that’s the consequence for staying in Facebook for a very long time. I wanna go out but everyone is busy.

oh facebook

People in Facebook are starting to annoy me. Later, I’m going remove them from my feeds. Those people posting crappy stuffs like regine velasquez, nickleback, "god gave me you" crap will be forever eliminated from my Facebook feeds. Those poorly photoshopped pictures with hearts and flowers around will burn them in hell. All the jejemons in my Facebook will vanish for all eternity. Those hundred-picture-in-an-album that shows that same face over and over again will soon die in aids. Those people that post what they had for breakfast and where they were and what they've been doing lately will die in pain. Those people who brag what they have, new phones, house and lot, cars, bikes, ill steal them away from you.  And those who post nothing but their boyfriend and girlfriends, you’re all douchebags.

And no, I’m not unfriending them.

WTF rants and raves

My life would be awesome if I have friends that share the things that I like. How I wish I have friends that love making music, doing art works, travelling, love the earth and nature, and exploring new things... basically loves the things that I love to do. Probably most of us think that the most compatible person for us is the ones that share the same interest as we do. And sometimes, we think "if everyone were like me, the world would be the best place to live" (at least I am speaking for myself.) I have always wanted someone who understands my 'trip', a person or people who appreciate my works, my style, and my interests. Someone who gets stimulated with the things that I share. For example, when I find an interest video in Vimeo.com, or surreal indie music, and share them, they'd say "oohhh that's cool. Where’d you find that?" Unfortunately, in my social circles, that's not the scene. No one seems to find my interests interesting.

Sometimes I wonder how I become so different from most people. I started the asked myself how my parents raised me. How come I seem to hate the mainstream? I feel proud about my self for being so different and unusual but it sometimes makes me feel alone because I cant seem to find people who share the things that I like; at least to the social circles that I’m in. its so hard for me to keep up a good conversation with other people because I don’t find their topics interesting. I tried watching mainstream movies to keep up but I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t enjoy Transformers knowing that bumblebee can break dance and pee. I find that sick. (Though the visual effects are awesome)  I could not stomach John Lloyd Cruz and Bea Alonzo. I feel like hitting the TV with a sledge hammer when ever I see Filipino starts cry for more than 5 mins in a movie to TV scene.  My ear bleeds every time I hear 'God gave me you'. I want to shoot people who love Creed or Nickleback and try to act like a rockstar, or people who have tattoos and dress like a Christmas tree, or those people who carry the latest cellphone and do not know what a smart phone is. They are total douchebags.  I just try not to show it because I try not to offend them and I act polite as possible

Oh well. I think I was born in the wrong world. Sometimes I wish I was in New York, LA, London, Tokyo, or London. Anyway, that's fine. At least I live a good life. I have a good job. I have good friends and I have a loving awesome family. That's what matters most. These rants and raves are the bullshits in me. I know I shouldn't worry about this. I’m sick.

boos

Please don't be a Douchebag

Dear you, 

Please don't be a douchebag. I hope you are aware that im happy for you. I have high regards of you. I admire your stature, although you're not there yet. I like how you plan for your life, you certainly meet you expectations. That's cool. I also would like to commend you for your intelligence and academic excellency, that's exceptional. I respect your personal view in life. I believe that you believe in cleaniliness and orderliness. I respect them.  I surely don't care about the things that you say about my ordeliness and cleaniliness because I know I'm a fail when it comes to it. I'm simply a mess. I's sorry for that. In general, you are an ideal person when I comes to education, academic persevernce, and academic intelligence.

Now, I want you to know that I do not envy you. Never did I. I never aspired to be like you. Just so you know,  I rather be me than you. I see that I'm better than you, at lest in my own ways (im speaking for myself anyway). I love myself so much and I have a high self-esteem (i think I've  said this before). I make music, I blog, I play guitar drums, and bass, i have a lot of friends, i travel, i do photography, i listen to awesome music, i have an awesome family... and more...i would never replace this possesion with being you - over my dead body. 

I want you to know that I am also very happy with my life. Although I am not in the same position as you are, I am very proud of myself and I am very competent in handling my life. It would seem that I don't care about my future but that's just superficial. I care about me and I know I am where I want to be right now.  Everything's in place so don't worry about me. It seems that I am a happy go lucky person, that's because, in deed, I am.

 I am saying this becasue you don't have the right to tell me what to do. You also don't have the right to tell me that I have a wasted life because my life rocks!

WHEW!