Saturday, April 09, 2005
My Place in Dante's Inferno
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fourth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
Monday, March 28, 2005
Which Trainspotting Character Are You?
Thursday, March 17, 2005
I think I have heard this one from Led Zeppelin as well
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Brushes Against Intellectual Property and What Not
Can anyone tell me what consists plagiarism? Somebody told me that as long as your work consists of less than 40% of copied material then it is considered original and your are not liable to be sued. Less than 40% it is.
Some people can get so fucking paranoid, they forget their own delicadeza just to cover their own ass. Well, that is the Growned Up World for you. Everybody is looking after his own ass. That is why I am forever grateful for moments when people show a tad bit of concern for another soul. They make life a little bit bearable.
Some people can get so fucking paranoid, they forget their own delicadeza just to cover their own ass. Well, that is the Growned Up World for you. Everybody is looking after his own ass. That is why I am forever grateful for moments when people show a tad bit of concern for another soul. They make life a little bit bearable.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
The Age of Living Dangerously (a.k.a. Life Without a Clue)
I recently told someone over lunch that I don't think there's such a person who does something he doesn't think is right. Somehow, we find justification to the shit that we find ourselves doing.
A lot of people blame their predicament on others, friends, family whatever e.g. " What can I do? It's in my blood!" or "All my friends were doing it." Some blame their actions on mind-altering substances. Some people blame things on the weather. In the old days, it was easy to blame things on the devil, while these days the government takes the rap. (Or the secret government if you are a conspiracy theorist.) Truth be told, the universe is filled of things to blame. But for me, there is no one else but ourselves to blame *battling eyelashes*... NOT! Earlier, I have tried to blame my bad luck on the stars. Today, since I'm in deeper shit than before, I have to be more creative.
1.) Semi-temporary insanity -- I say "semi" because my lack of judgement lasted more than a few minutes. In fact, it seems to have lasted for two months or so. This could work. In fact, it might be too effective that I might end up jobless, friendless and doomed for the rest of my freaking existence.
2.) The spirit world -- I could claim that the ghost of a long dead distant relative have come to visit me one time with an alarming message. In fact, from time to time, he or she takes possesion of my body rendering it useless till the being leaves. A long shot but could prove to be a step to fame if one dreams of becoming a guinea pig to parapsychologists and your friendly neighbourhood spiritista.
3.) GOD -- Not very original. We have been blaiming the supreme being since the dawn of man. Or should I say, man has found something to blame since he created God. But, I could say, this is classic and can end you up as that bitter token character of every sad novel or soap opera. Advice to the newbie-- don't be shy! Say it out loud. Give more drama: "GOD, WHY???!!!"
As I just said, the universe is filled with things that we can use for blame. So for those who are complaining why I could only come up with three, MAKE YOUR OWN FUCKING LIST! Thank you.
A lot of people blame their predicament on others, friends, family whatever e.g. " What can I do? It's in my blood!" or "All my friends were doing it." Some blame their actions on mind-altering substances. Some people blame things on the weather. In the old days, it was easy to blame things on the devil, while these days the government takes the rap. (Or the secret government if you are a conspiracy theorist.) Truth be told, the universe is filled of things to blame. But for me, there is no one else but ourselves to blame *battling eyelashes*... NOT! Earlier, I have tried to blame my bad luck on the stars. Today, since I'm in deeper shit than before, I have to be more creative.
1.) Semi-temporary insanity -- I say "semi" because my lack of judgement lasted more than a few minutes. In fact, it seems to have lasted for two months or so. This could work. In fact, it might be too effective that I might end up jobless, friendless and doomed for the rest of my freaking existence.
2.) The spirit world -- I could claim that the ghost of a long dead distant relative have come to visit me one time with an alarming message. In fact, from time to time, he or she takes possesion of my body rendering it useless till the being leaves. A long shot but could prove to be a step to fame if one dreams of becoming a guinea pig to parapsychologists and your friendly neighbourhood spiritista.
3.) GOD -- Not very original. We have been blaiming the supreme being since the dawn of man. Or should I say, man has found something to blame since he created God. But, I could say, this is classic and can end you up as that bitter token character of every sad novel or soap opera. Advice to the newbie-- don't be shy! Say it out loud. Give more drama: "GOD, WHY???!!!"
As I just said, the universe is filled with things that we can use for blame. So for those who are complaining why I could only come up with three, MAKE YOUR OWN FUCKING LIST! Thank you.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Dangling Outside the Window of the Daily Grind
A friend of mine made a spanking "about me" write up. I must say I am quite impressed. I have not looked within me for quite some time and now as I try, I simply can't find anything. Not that this hasn't happened to me before, believe me, it is quite a recurring problem. I quite often complain to whoever guy I'm with that I've lost myself and I'd have to look elsewhere to find me. Call it committment-phobia if you will but I sincerely believe that there is just something clinical about me. No matter how I try, I always find myself lethargic in the morning. Except for last night, I, battling an evil cold, placed myself within the center of the Great Mother, floating in ambiotic fluid, inside the belly of the Great Mother. This morning I just woke up and I was fine.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Metaphors
I am constantly boggled by the unreality of life. As I see it, the world is an ensemble of seemingly senseless symbolisms that should make some meaning combined. A friend once told me that the waking world is an illusion and in dreams do we get glimpses of the real world. Suffice to say, my life is one fucked up metaphor of something I can't really figure out.
I recently told my dream to this person who is a freaking Freudian fanatic. I am really not into Freud what with all the obsession with the id, ego and what not. I am more Jungian myself, I believe in connections between the self and the Self, the interconnections of people and lives, and even things. In other words, the said conversation, proved to be unsatisfactory. I was clearly looking for meanings of symbolisms and all she told me is that there was none.
If I were to speak to Mr. Freud today, I am most likely to get a six hour lecture. It would probably seem to him that I am doing myself a huge disservice by getting stuck in a long distance relationship. Constantly, I find myself dumbfounded at what I end myself into. For sure, this is not the self I knew myself to be yet here I am, so here it is. The definition of love and relationships are so dynamic and mobile that I find myself having difficulties catching up. Or perhaps I should stop trying to find it. I once saw an interview on tv. There was this celebrity telling the camera that she wants to know the one, ultimate truth, and I told her, there is no "One Ultimate Truth." Now here I am, holding on to an arcane definition of love, when inside me I know that there can not be one. There is no worse pain than the pain of trying to fit into ill-shaped garments, and I am a rock pretending to be Jello.
If there is not "One Ultimate Truth" about love, then what is the love that I believe in? Relentless is my pursuit to be found, to be seen, to be cherished as I am, regardless of what I've done, what I do, what I think. I want a sanctuary cradled by honesty and realness and faith for I have been a real person till now. In conclusion, If misery loves company, I will not be in the company of the miserable.
I recently told my dream to this person who is a freaking Freudian fanatic. I am really not into Freud what with all the obsession with the id, ego and what not. I am more Jungian myself, I believe in connections between the self and the Self, the interconnections of people and lives, and even things. In other words, the said conversation, proved to be unsatisfactory. I was clearly looking for meanings of symbolisms and all she told me is that there was none.
If I were to speak to Mr. Freud today, I am most likely to get a six hour lecture. It would probably seem to him that I am doing myself a huge disservice by getting stuck in a long distance relationship. Constantly, I find myself dumbfounded at what I end myself into. For sure, this is not the self I knew myself to be yet here I am, so here it is. The definition of love and relationships are so dynamic and mobile that I find myself having difficulties catching up. Or perhaps I should stop trying to find it. I once saw an interview on tv. There was this celebrity telling the camera that she wants to know the one, ultimate truth, and I told her, there is no "One Ultimate Truth." Now here I am, holding on to an arcane definition of love, when inside me I know that there can not be one. There is no worse pain than the pain of trying to fit into ill-shaped garments, and I am a rock pretending to be Jello.
If there is not "One Ultimate Truth" about love, then what is the love that I believe in? Relentless is my pursuit to be found, to be seen, to be cherished as I am, regardless of what I've done, what I do, what I think. I want a sanctuary cradled by honesty and realness and faith for I have been a real person till now. In conclusion, If misery loves company, I will not be in the company of the miserable.
