28 October, 2010

I Killed Democracy

Yeah, right. Great.

Sitting on the couch, watching TV while making and eating peanut butter sandwiches… listening, chewing, thinking, swallowing, digesting both the awesome peanut butter sandwiches (I ate… more than six!) and the disgusting information being fed to me by the television, alone in the house in a warm afternoon, quiet but of the sounds and voices from the daytime news, the sound of the fan, the faintest sound of teeth crushing smoothly the softest bits of bread inside my mouth… that was the most boring two hours of my entire life. You can just imagine how I looked. I was like poster child for, uhm...  extremely-bored-to-the-point-of-insanity teenage kid. It was because of the news. It was all about the recent local elections.

I think I’m about to waste my time and yours by talking crap about our politics. By watching everything that was going on in the local community elections, I was able to convince myself that I’m never going to vote. Not even when I turn eighteen. Not even when my mom decides to run for a position after finishing a public administration master’s degree. Not ever. I’m never going to involve myself with politics. I’m never going to vote. Never. By making that decision... I’ve just killed democracy.

Do not point your shaking finger at me and say that I’m one of the people who afflicted this terrible government with the disease that I always complain about. A lot of people have brutally murdered democracy long ago even before I did. The sense of democracy is to have all of the nation’s people to cooperate to elect a president, a leader of some sort, by forcing them to excitedly do the cruel task of selecting a person best fit from a pool of people hungry for the position, and the fame, the power, and the loads of taxes and funds they could transfer from the treasury to their bank accounts, that come with it. Not one of my older sisters has ever voted. The population where I belong to likes to accept bribes and kill one another during the election period. I know a lot of people who started not giving a damn about politics even before I did, and they are part of the reason why I’ve just given up. The fools who kept voting for the wrong people, who convinced themselves fully that by voting they have made themselves better citizens than I am… They are fools. I live with fools and in a world of infinite craziness.

I am a fool myself. I’m not crazy.

I don't want to vote because the registration process is so long and tiresome. The voting proper is equally as tedious. It's not that I'm lazy, it's just because everything is so messed up. With everything that I have witnessed from this year's elections, national and local, I've already decided that I'm never going to vote. Never. So, Mr. President, I already killed democracy. What do we have now?

Why democracy? Why involve the people who make up the main problem of the country themselves? Now, I’m thinking, what is life without the government? I don’t think it is as bad as most people make it seem. Will there be a never-ending chaos? Will it be mad chaos? Will it be like 2012? Will we all die?

Yes, we’re all gonna die someday, silly. Ask Methuselah.

Think about it. If we never had a government, no one would ever complain. People who keep complaining would have no one to blame but themselves, and that would make them work their asses even harder. No one would fill the streets with words, noises, and burning effigies. People would not have any problem with anything and instead would just focus on what their issues are with their own lives and what they could do about it themselves.

I am in search of a form of government where government is absent. Somebody tell me what kind of government that is.

I read things about religious anarchism. There’s a group of people called religious anarchists who believe that any form of government is against the will of God because it is stated in their sacred book, written by the hands of their God, that no one else should be superior aside from the God. That’s kind of enlightening, isn’t it? I’m not a religious person. I don’t even know if I still have a religion. If you believe in God, do you think that the government is still necessary?

I don’t want to have that kind of religious anarchism government. I think it would give birth to a new breed of lunatics who are gonna kill people-- praying and saying that God instructed them to kill people for the sake of mankind. I don’t want to live in that world.

I’d rather die in 2012.

I’d rather go to jail and be punished for killing democracy.


kudos to the people who stand up for something by not standing up.

24 October, 2010

Would You Rather

Tag post! This post marks a number of first times. This is actually the first time someone has tagged me in a blog post and it's just super cool to do this. I'm just gonna answer the following Would you rather questions and I'm gonna tag other bloggers to do this thing later in their blogs. And also later I'm giving the One Lovely Blog Award to someone (my first time to give a blog award) because I just realized that when I got that award (the first time I received an award) I was also instructed to pass that award to other lovely blogs, well because they sure deserve an award! Let's do this! Note: I'm in a hurry. Pardon for the quick short answers. Hey, this is also the first post to have a pic!

18 October, 2010

The Big Blog Theory

A blogger's question to self.

What is your blog about?

Why is it so hard for me to answer that question? Whenever I tell people that I have a blog and they ask me what it is about and I tell them, “Well… it’s about me,” I see the shine in their faces perish, looking at all as though they don’t want to be friends with me anymore, as if I’ve just told them I’m a die-hard Justin Bieber fan. Let me think about this right now. What is Overville about? The description I tell people may sound rather uninteresting compared to if I tell them, “Oh it contains my poetry. Oh I talk about movies. Oh I talk about my travels.” Unfortunately for me, I don’t put in poetry in this blog. Neither do I talk about movies because I basically hate every movie I’ve watched, with a few exceptions of course, and nor do I mainly talk about my travels since the only travel I do right now is going to the university. I created this blog to share thoughts, experiences, stories, opinions and everything, but whatever I blog about, it must have something to do with me.

The vagueness of my description has a problem. The “About Me” label doesn’t appeal to audiences. Everyone’s gonna be like, “Oh we’re just gonna keep hearing stuff about what happens to this kid’s day in school.” “Oh we’re just gonna keep hearing how much this kid likes this kind of music, this kind of girl, this kind of food, whatever.” I know a lot of people get that kind of impression when I say this blog is about me, but I know myself that this blog I created isn’t solely about me, because if it were, this blog would be fairly useless. Why post up stuff for other people to read if you just keep talking about yourself and nothing but your life at all?

I try to write about experiences that may interest people and about experiences other people could somehow relate to, and by doing this, the “About Me” label becomes less appropriate and even less appalling. It doesn’t become less generic, but the things us bloggers write about surely can be related to one another and that’s what brings about readership, and the things that set your blog apart from the million other blogs out there may keep your readers coming back yet the lack of concrete division from yourself to others wouldn’t hurt you really much as long as you keep writing with your heart and, more importantly, for your readers. I don’t like hearing people say, “I like this blog because it’s not a typical blog.” I don’t even know what a typical blog is. Is it a blog that talks about really personal things? Is it the kind of blog that is 90% composed of pictures of people who 95% of the population doesn’t care about? Is it the kind of blog where people pretend they’re bloggers by posting pictures they “re-blog” from another quasi-blog owned by another quasi-blogger; a blog that is barely even filled by words and sentences?

The blog is very random. It is about anything. Everyone can do whatever they want to do with what they spend some hours with that they like to claim as a blog. We write about things that are about our lives. We write about our most precious experiences. We write about things we feel so much emotion towards. We write about things we like, we hate, we fear, we enjoy. We write about things we have a strong opinion about. We write about basically everything.

With what I’ve said thus far, I can now say that the “About Me” label should not exist at all. This blog is about lots of things. The “About Me” label doesn’t fit any blogger unless you truly just write about things that happen to you everyday. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to talk about your everyday life, but it’s important to remember that we publish our blogs for other people to read. We just share what needs to be shared. It is important to understand that writing about ourselves will never be as good if we don’t write it for the readers.

We write with our hearts. We share our most treasured experiences.

My blog has gone to a transition from being very opinionated to being kinda personal. I created this blog because I left my literary blog. I created this blog during the election period on the last week of May when I had lots of opinions to state. From then on, I wrote opinions regarding some current issues and my favorite show which was then airing its twentieth season. When school started, I began to write about things school-related. I also then started to blog about very random things that just like, popped into my mind like it ignited something inside my head that I just had to write about it right away.

The first semester is over and now I just can think of lots of things to write about in the future. Because I love my readers, my dear friends in the blogosphere, I’m gonna do my best in writing blog posts. I know people have lots of things to say like I do and the blog is a good medium to get our messages across and share thoughts and stories to everyone. I think it’s wrong for anyone to judge a blog as being generic and typical and about nothing but somebody’s life just because it falls under the category “Personal.” Because you know what, those blogs that are listed under that just don’t have a concrete single description of what it is about because it’s so awesome it can be classified under so many things. Blogs are fun to read because they share insights and experiences, and I might have said that a ton of times already, but well, it’s true.

True bloggers write with their hearts and for their readers. I’m lucky to have come across a bunch of fantastic blogs, by brilliant people, which could’ve been classified as personal or generic by some, but to me, they’re simply about their lives and simply about their precious thoughts, memories and experiences… and they’re, to me, all… simply amazing.

Blog on, everyone! The reason I like to blog because I get to read awesome stuff from you, and well, I just want to return the favor, and hey I hope I successfully do!

kudos to you, my blogger friend.

15 October, 2010

Frog-Out Freak Out

Number 3: Catch a frog.

Frogs are the most disgusting creatures on Earth. A frog’s body always looks wet and slimy, kinda like something that would give you a skin disease right when you touch it. A frog’s face looks really horrible and probably is the ugliest in the world also. I don’t like frogs; what’s to like about them?

They can turn into a handsome prince. Ha, like I give a care.

It’s the rainy season. There are a bunch of trees, actually a grove, around my house so every rainy season, we get some unwelcome visitors. Yes, frogs come inside our house. Just recently, there’s a frog that got inside my sister’s bedroom and she went bananas when she saw it. Of course, she wouldn’t touch it. She could just scream and try to get some help [from me]. Unfortunately for her, I wouldn’t touch a damn frog either. I’ve taken a biology course last semester where the class had to dissect a live frog every meeting, but because we worked in pairs, I have never touched a live frog ever. My partner was the one who would hold the frog properly so that it couldn’t get away from his grip while I do the pithing (pithing a frog means piercing the frog’s skin through the foramen magnum into the brain, destroying its tiny brain with the pithing needle) until it’s immobile and limp like a rubber toy. That’s the time when I could already touch and hold the frog. I’ve never held a live frog.

11 October, 2010

Stranger than a Stranger

Number 4: Talk to a random stranger.

The first time I had a conversation with a total stranger was when I was a junior in high school three years ago. The high school where I went to was conveniently situated right behind a really huge mall. I was in the bus terminal of that mall, waiting for, well uhm, a bus… that would get me home. I think I looked really nerdy back then. I think I was carrying a huge backpack with lots of textbooks in it. So yeah, I think I was this studious-looking kid and that’s why the stranger thought of starting a conversation with me.

The stranger was a man, maybe in his forties, and I’m taller than him. He had huge bags with him. He was decent-looking, certainly not the kind of guy who would think with the size of my backpack that I was carrying a laptop inside it which he could just grab away from me after a few minutes of “bargaining” with a pocket knife and a mean look. He looked like he’s a really nice dad.

08 October, 2010

No Guts, Not Gory

Okay guys, I’m going to share with you two entries on my Top 10 List on this one. Yes, the same Top 10 List I’ve been talking about for three posts now: Things to do for the First Time.

You know what people say about doing things for the first time, right? No guts, no glory. If you don’t take a risk, if you don’t step up to make a change and do something new, you’ll stay being your same old pathetic loser self. Did I interpret it right? Well, I don’t think my Number 6 entry, which I actually did just recently, could make me any cooler. It was a harmless try, I must say, but it still ended up being a total failure. I’m so disappointed with myself.

05 October, 2010

Pushing a Pull

It’s been a while since my last post and I’m getting really sick of saying this on the beginning of every post. So expect this to be the last time I’m ever gonna say I’ve been ignoring my blog for quite some time because of the terrible load of schoolwork I keep pretending I’m busy doing, and the humongous amounts of mental and emotional stress I’ve been getting all the while by procrastinating and afterwards worrying about how the hell I would be able to answer exams. Expect this to be the last time I’m gonna try to apologize for this. If you’re not sure what for, it’s for my annoying first paragraphs, and also for my lack of a good study habit. Wait, I don’t even have a study habit at all. Okay this paragraph is getting more and more annoying the more sentences I type into it. Now I stop.

Smile. =]

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