Crap. SO much for Christmas.

Are you even a christian to celebrate it?

Did you know that Amon and a LOT of other egyptian deities are born on this exact date?

and are you aware that in the bible, it states NO date as to when christ was born?

=)
Look above, a sarcastic smile.

So jolly good to have a date to be GOOD!

Nobody really cares if you're Emo.
In fact, many might hate you for being too much of an Emo.
I mean...
Crying because of something so shallow?
Doing the same mistake again and again and again and again then blaming it on someone everytime?

That's stupid.
(maybe an Emoist's raging right now... then cry later accusing me of harassing him/her)

Emo is music
period
.

Emo is merely music.
And unless YOU can get something out of it (like the wise musicians who get money and fame)
stop making yourself bleed (literaly)
stop crying (pathetically) and making your heavy make up uhhh... stain =/

Emo's only music.
Not a religion.
Not a way of life.

Not a religion, why?
Because it delves on too much sadness (as if the world needs more of that)
and a religion is SUPPOSED to make your life better.
Not a way of life, why?
Because it speaks too much of sadness (as if the world needs more of that)
and you CANNOT live life like that. You'll be affecting people around you.

Self pitty won't do anything for you.
anything good, that is.
It will only attract more people like you to yourself.
and make a 'club for crying over a dead bug'.

Listen.
Appreciate.

Emo's not a religion.
Emo's not the way of life.

Listen.
Appreciate.

Did you even notice that some snipets of their lyrics are actually good?

"And though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches on"
-My Chemical Romance

or were you too busy crying over something stoopid to notice that?

Jesus Guzman woke up with a start; his beeper was beeping madly. Shaking the cobwebs of sleep from his eyes, he wondered what time it is and looked at the message. Almost instantly, he jumped to his feet and donned his red uniform. Within minutes, he left his house, barely having anything to eat, and sped of to where he was needed; the world trade center.
Within a few minutes, he arrived on the site. There was chaos everywhere! The first tower of the twin skyscrapers was already burning with the tail of a plane jutting out somewhere in the building's middle. People were running everywhere; the air was filled with dirt and sounds of horrified screams and blaring sirens of all sorts. He found his fellow paramedics within a few seconds and came to them.
Everyone had a grim but alert expression on their faces almost everybody was busy tending to the injured. "Oh my God... What happened here?" Jesus asked no one in particular. From behind an ambulance, another paramedic with a minor injury to the head replied, "Jesus! Over here! You won't believe this! Some bastard rammed a plane on that building!" the paramedic exclaimed pointing to the building. "Joseph! What the hell happened to you!?"
"Nah!! Don't mind me! Go help the others."
Jesus rushed towards the building haphazardly. He saw someone run out of the building, limping. He rushed towards him. But he saw no more.
Jesus woke up and tried shaking the disorientation away. He was still were he was before he heard the loud BANG. Instinctively, he looked towards the building; but no building was there. The first tower already collapsed and the second tower was burning with an airplane stuck to it just like the first building. The person he was supposed to aid was not there; a lot of the scene around him already changed; as if time moved without him. Puzzled, he rushed back towards where the other paramedics were.
He was relieved to see them there. He ran towards them and asked what happened; no one answered. Thinking that everyone was busy, he went to ask Joseph. Joseph was still there and as Jesus asked, Joseph never answered. Feeling nervous of the reactions of the people, he rushed towards a group of paramedics tending to someone on a stretcher, his dear friend, Mary, was one of these paramedics. "She'd answer for sure" he told himself.
But before he could ask, he looked at the person on the stretcher, he looked very familiar... And as he looked down on the person his team mates were trying to revive, his fear became a grim reality. At that moment, he never understood what was happening; he seriously thought that he was stuck in a very horrible dream as he still lay asleep on his bed at home. He knew who was lying there on the stretcher, though his face was covered with a lot of blood and dirt. Despite his training and preparedness to such scenes of blood and decapitation, he let out a scream.
He knew the man well.
He knew who it was who lay dead on the stretcher.
It was himself.

II SAMUEL 24: And again the anger of the LORD was kindled against Israel, and he moved David against them to say, Go, number Israel and Judah.

I CHRONICLES 21: Now Satan stood up against Israel, and moved David to number Israel

"What do you wish for?"
"What's that?"
"Peace in Iraq? No more calamities to hit Philippines this year?"
"Anything else?"

"But I ask you;"
"Are you sure of the things that you want?"
"Don't you know that you're making a complete hypocrite of yourself?"
"Now, now that's pretty obvious!! Don't tell me did not see that yourself!"
"No? You don't understand what I mean?"
"Silly of me... Of course you don't!"
"You did not understand yourself; what more of me!?"
"Ok, since I have the time to do so, let me elaborate things for you."

"Look at you! Peace in Iraq!? How on Earth would you achieve that??"
"I'm a fan of Francis Magalona; let me quote him:"
"You can't talk peace and have a gun"
"Pretty obvious, ne? Peace thru war would breed nothing but another war."
"Heck. Are you even sure that peace is what you want?"
*coughAbundantOilFieldscough*

"Are you so much of a catholic that you wish for that?"
"For no more calamities to hit our country?"
"I understand that you want what's best for your home; that's human nature."
"But again, how on Earth will that happen!?"
"Mother Nature, like time, will not stop its duties for us."
"It would've made more sense if you wished for the country to be prepared better."
"It would have been better if you wished for its politicians to stop ConCon/ConAss/ChaCha for now and help those ravaged by the storms."

"And about you being a hypocrite, let me explain:"
"You who wish for such goodness is not who you are."
"If you asked for such wishes, you would've spent more money and time."
"More money and time for these instead of your billboards, lavish cars, campaigns and whatnot."
"I would not grant your wish unless you do what you can do"
"For your very own wishes."


-gOd

Morbid Comedy

Never in my entire career as a Customer service representative have I experienced such a mortifying moment. It's been two weeks since I started working in this 'call center'. We've been answering for a top power tools company which sells items from miniscule electric screwdrivers to large bulldozers. It's not much, taking calls and answering questions about the company's equipment... It's not much, that is, until last night...
Graveyard shift as usual. Everything was the usual; thin, tired looking fellow employees, the buzz of voices speaking English far from the Filipino accent. I just finished my third call with that 'thank you for calling' line when it started. It was a man's voice on the other end of the line. For someone with a problem with the equipment he was handling (and the fact that he's getting quite frustrated, according to him), he had a pretty calm and cheerful voice. He was asking about a chainsaw he bought; he has no idea why on earth it wouldn't work.
"I have no idea why on earth it wouldn't work, sir."
"Please hold." I replied.
"Thanks" He said
Right after he said 'thanks' there was a muffled scream on the background; no, not a scream more like a whimper. It was a woman's voice. I failed to catch what it said. I dismissed my curiosity by convincing myself that it was just my imagination, considering this hour of night.
After a few moments, I got back to him and told him what was to be done. He followed my instructions and, to his surprise, his chainsaw started to whir.
"Well, what do you know! It works" He said in the same tone of voice.
"Thanks" he said again, but this time, there was a sinister laugh trailing after his word of gratitude. His chainsaw started to whir loudly now, but just behind all the noise, there came the woman's voice again. This time, I caught the words:
"Oh God!! Please no!! Oh, God no!! Please, just let me go!! God!! No!! Please, no!!"
The woman was wailing at the top of her voice. The caller, maybe thinking that I heard her screams, lied with a "oh, it's just the television, don't worry about that". Then, there goes the woman again:
"No!! Please, help me!! Help me!! HELP ME!! IT'S NO TELEVISION!!"
Then and there, it was confirmed; there DEFENITELY is something fishy going on. I braved to ask the caller if there was something wrong. There was nothing but the wailing and the ever getting louder sound of the chainsaw for a long moment. I asked again…
"Sir?"
"Oh, nothing wrong, sir! In fact, you just helped me with my problem, thanks for your help. Bye!"
All that, almost drowned, by the chainsaw revving and a woman screaming ever louder than before with pleas of "DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEASE GOD NO!! DON'T KILL MEEEEE!!!"

Mortified, I ended the call and tried burying the memory of it all...