Mature to Immature. Bleh!

Some people feels so helpless given minimum amount of stress level. In a fraction of a second they feel utterly depressed and extremely deprived of moral sense to a level of no return. I mean come on! It’s just the most minimum level of stress you can find on Earth and you’re giving up so soon? What a waste of a human brain! Say, better you loan it to someone worthy eh? She knows that she’s got the capability to handle the stress. The capability to make it happen. The capability to finish off the race she started given the fences she’ll have to avoid, jump, climb or smash down along the way. But she doesn’t have the “courage” to do so. Courage she says? What nonsense!

What did she do when she felt helpless years ago? When she felt the same amount of stress and much more? Well she didn’t let those tears fall. She didn’t crawl under the blankets and slept. Well she didn’t do it, then. Obviously! She had the brains/intelligence to cope with problems, to make things happen and to over-come stress. Where did all that go? Did it vanish? Or is it still there, somewhere deep inside her?

Is it that with time people become more stupid? The more they see of the world, the more they make the wrong judgments? Or wait, maybe it’s because the more they try to gain knowledge, the more they lose intelligence? A lot of people say, “I was born smart, education ruined me.” Whoa! So maybe thats it! Maybe she or we don’t need to study at all. But isn’t it the other way round? The more you study, the more you learn. Hence the more intelligent you become. Provided you don’t over-do it and become a total lunatic in the process.

Why is it that some people you know that have the brains to be much more than what she/he is today breaks down, starts whimpering as if the whole population of cannibals have kidnapped them, tied them naked to a tree and starts drooling, when it’s actually the tiniest bit of stress pointed at them. Obviously they excelled in their past but not anymore. Why? Cos they’re stupid! And scared. Cowards! What ever it is, deal with it!

WTF is this Friggin tagging?

What the heck is with all these tagging around? I’ve not being away from the blogosphere, just haven’t got anything to blog about. I’ve kept on seeing this stupid tagging around many a times by now and all the credit goes to Thom *bows* [Thanx girl, I really appreciate the tag. ] I’m finally gonna break the stupid chain and be loud about it.

Who the hell started this tagging business anyways? Can’t we just blog about what we want to when we want to? It’s not your blog anyway. It’s mine! I’ll do what ever I want with it as long as I’m the sole owner of it. Sheeesh!!!

And as for what you’re tagging about, who the heck cares about what I am scared of or detest or loath or what I can or cannot do. I’ll do what I can do, not do what I cannot and you can peacefully and happily do the same. I’m not bothered about it nor are you about my whims and fancies. But I’ll tell you something I can do, and it’s to break the stupid chain and not complete the frigging-tagging-business or whatsoever.

PS. Hurray for those who have done the same as me and ain’t in my knowledge that you did so.

Homophobia And Homosexuality

Homophobia, an extreme and irrational aversion to homosexuality and homosexuals. I’ve always wondered why guys (referring to men in Maldives since I don’t know about men and their mentality in other countries!) are homophobic. Seriously, guys are more homophobic than women! Don’t agree? Let me tell you.

First of all, guys love going on trips with their guy pals and in “most” of the cases they end up doing something nasty like stripping a guy pal nude or “soatu beylevun” which they find amusing. Oh yeah, how would it be a problem if you show such extreme behaviour on picnics as long as you arn’t that in real eh? Poof! Nonesense. I tell you what, girls don’t do such stuff. They don’t find it amusing to strip a pal on a picnic nor poking around their genitals.

I remember me and my apartment-mate watching this movie named “Crutch” about an year ago. Pretty interesting story it was. A true story of “crossing boundaries” (as the tagline says) between a male student and his teacher.

When the sexual behaviour started to appear on the screen two of the guys who was to watch the movie with us actually did run out uttering vulgar verbal abuse AND refused to watch the remaining part of the movie. Duh! But they can poke around other guy’s genitals and strip them on picnics?

I know one thing for sure, girls don’t back out when watching a movie of homosexuals and lesbianism. As long as it’s a good movie we’d watch it. It’s just another good story, what harm can it do to us? Our sexuality lies within us. It’s definitely not going to change after watching a flick.

Which brings me to homosexuals. What’s wrong with being a homosexual? As long as you don’t get a religious view on it, it’s fine and acceptable. It’s just someone elses sexual orientation. Not yours nor mines. We ought not to criticise and disrespect them for what they are. Accept people for their mentality and not what their sexual perspective is.

Nitwitted Brains

It’s been 5 days and all I know is that nothing is new. The usual Maldivians and their imprudent behaviour. Yeah yeah, I’ve got ranting to do. So?

One of the first things that I noticed was this message I got after I sent a ‘Call Me Back’ message to a friend. “Your request has been sent. You can send 9 more request today – from Dhiraagu ‘Call Me Back’ Service.” And I went, what! EXCUSE ME?! 9 more messages?! The service got limited too? Come on! It was free websms at first which got limited and now this too? Frick!

When would these uncultivated brains learn? When would they stop misusing free services provided for our own benefits? So Dhiraagu introduces free websms’s years ago, but then flooding was obviously inevitable. So did the same result rise from the unlimited ‘Call Me Back’ service. Maldivians would always find a way to limit themselves. The more uncivilised you become the more does the steps you take forwards go backwards.

Really, why misuse these simple stuff that’s offered for our own benefits? Can’t we be more mature and literate on such issues and NOT use such for silly reasons like flooding the cell phone of a friend/colleague who went to meet a girl or a boy just for the heck of it?

And then comes the part where you blame it on the operator. Doesn’t mean that all the issues of the provider are error free, but, it always starts at zero eh? It takes time to develop. Anything would. But do we have to make it more complicated? Misuse it, corrupt it, exploit it and finally make it limited. Bleh!

You’ve Been Blogged?

And there you go, I’ve changed it again. Was it two or three months for the old black, red and grey dark one? Daim. Constant change revolves around me. Yet, these changes that I take (regarding my template) are per my personal best possible reasons.

Seems to me, everyones got a blog now. It’s the new “in-thing”. That ain’t a problem at all. But it’s usually black. Screw me for liking the colour black! Duh! Most of the blogs are all depressing blogs now. Is mine depressing too? Yeah yeah, I rant a lot. But that doesn’t mean I’m depressed. I don’t regard myself as a depressed person. Most of the posts are about various encounters I face with friends in real life. It’s about what my mind cooks up trying to analyze various situations and problems people get into.

So I ask myself, why do I blog? Hmm… I don’t know. Seriously. I don’t know one exact definite reason why I blog. I do it to see what other people have to say about what my mind cooks up. I do it to share funny stuff I come across while surfing. I do it to pass time. (Like changing templates every now and then is passing time! ) I do it only when I feel like blogging. Shucks, I know there were months which went with only one post.

I created the blog, I can destroy it too. But what if they close down the site eh? Poor ol’ blog! What the heck. They do it when they have to do it. Can’t do much about that eh? You gotta do what you gotta do. And we just gotta grit our teeths and devour it all in.

So happy blogging everyone. Keep on doing your part in it. Blog, blog, blog and be blogged!

Myself Today

Arrrrrrrrg, I’m drowning in exams! *rant rant rant!*

Be back with an interesting post soon! Adios! Cheers! Bye! Wassalaam! Namastey! Whatever!

Foolish Mind O’Mine

Sigh! What do you do when you know you can’t have it no matter what but you crave for it more than ever? We humans have so much hell of a lot of wants and needs that we ourselves are confused of what to chose and what not to chose. Most importantly what to seek for. If only we had some sort of odd sign from up above or down below which would guide us. If only a crazy dwarf would come to you one day, bang on your head with a hammer weighing a million ton and scream, “Oi asshole! You’re going the wrong way! Go that way for god-sake!”

Sometimes we are so fricking stingy that we don’t seem to appreciate what we possess. Why do we need more? God! Appreciate what you have and get it over it. Yet, what do you do when you don’t want what you already have and want something different? Now, now people! Don’t get the idea that I’m sick of a boyfriend! Man you all sure do have one corrupted mind! Why does everything have to revolve about a boy/girlfriend if someone is ranting about something? It can perfectly be about something else! Like a chair maybe? Or a hair pin? *Angelic face!*

Our minds are so complicated. How does it love? How does it hate? And how-fricking-come that we never see the illegal actions of those we love? Man, even if they go and slit someone’s throat our brains would come up with a million and one reason of why they are innocent and defend them to the fullest. And their actions would never effect what we feel about them. It just got to be that way no matter what.

We are so naive that we never tend to distance ourselves from what we admire. We just got to have some of it all the fricking time. Even if it’s going to hurt you, destroy your future, make your life miserable! And yet, we stand tall proudly with all the foolish ridiculous steps we’ve taken in our lives. Bleh! Of coz there is no turning back. We just crave for our foolish whims and fancies and wish for more and more. At least if we be ashamed and hid ourselves. But we never do. Never.

My Malignant Conscience

“In the big chair she resides
Null is all that she decides
Every fucking day of the year
The feebly infested chair
Why can’t you break in two?

Who smells the maggots feasting?
Not me for sure
Die, bitch, die
Why can’t you disappear?

Higher and higher she flies
For green is all that she cries
Null is where her brains dissolve
Brainless sick little freak
Let me put a curse on you

Who smells the maggots rotting?
It’s not me for sure
Die, bitch, die
Why can’t you disappear?

Rounds of flares that I can see
Empty words that I can hear
Can you hear the fire screaming?
Can you feel the tears burning?”

Oh, I’m having this unexplainable desire to break things, destroy them, crush them and rip their souls away from them. I feel evil, corrupted, repulsive, wicked, malicious, bitchy, name it! Ungrateful human beings and their arbitrary judgements.

Why can’t one huge piece of lame assed stinking bowl of rotten saliva from a dead ape’s anus strike them on their wonderfully done makeup and designer wears? Oh, do let them feast on a donkey pissed rotten cows ass, covered with cockroach and beetle puss for garnish with their marvelous silverware cutlery.

Fake emotions spilling over like a rainstorm ain’t gonna change a bit. Oh, I wish I can do witchcraft! I’d curse them for an eternity, to be immortal and to live with horny dogs and monkeys with thorned genitals. Can’t you be even a single bit fricking grateful for another human being than yourself for one teeny tiny microsecond in your whole perfectly planned life?

Fatally Shot As He Protected The Students

Of course, everyone have heard about the Virginia Tech Massacre, 16 April 2007. Tragic, shocking, deadly and depressing. 33 dead, inclusive the gunman Cho Seung-hui, 23 years, a student at the Uni.

Of the dead is Prof. Liviu Librescu, Professor of Engineering Science and Mechanics.What I read about him was touching. As NYDailyNews reports:

“Librescu, 77, fearlessly braced himself against the door, holding it shut against the gunman in the hall, while students darted to the windows of the second-floor classroom to escape the slaughter, survivors said.” (link)

He died trying to protect his students. *speechless*

Demise

DEMISE
“Burning rage of hell gropes the colors of the flower
Fears engrave the flesh of the new born
When spirits reveal the sorrows hidden
Sickly hands of the truth choke the reality

A child drowns in a lake of blood
Glares haunt you deep in your dreams
When the sun sets in a cold winter
Paranoid thoughts feed on the burning flesh

Twisted curves shape your destiny
The unsharpened blade slits your throat
When the blood dries from your veins
The fire drags you down to your grave”

 

(Note: Something I wrote few months back, thought I’d post it. And credit goes to Iyaa who picked the title for the post. Thanx ass-wipe. Ooops! Did I just call you ass-wipe? Meant “dear” though.)