Antisocial

All people will ever see form me is the tip of the iceberg. And, I'd like to keep it this way.

Four days ago I've thrown myself into the world of employment. Once again exposing myself to people and the awkward instances and situations that follow being exposed to people. What have I gotten into now?

Most people really bug me. I've so far learned common courtesies, like, knowing when to keep my mouth shut to some people. You know how it is when you'd really want to say something about some people but then you don't know how they'd take it.

Anyway here are some new observations of people in the world:

Some people don't really need to work. They can get by on looks, talent, and so many opportunities that come to them. What was that they say about not having enough common sense to slack off?

Some people always need to celebrate. "Pare, high five?" Attention starved I guess.

Some people have this indescribable need to touch you. How can I break it to these people that I have this dislike of being touched and not expose myself (O.C.) any further?

Some people have no tact. I also may have this problem, but compared to them, I mouth off about them not myself.

Some people have this need to always be talked to. Why is it that when I just sit silently some people would try to start a stupid conversation with me, and there I am giving awkward replies. I may be guilty of this, but I for one don't always need to be talked to, I have to be explained some things to. There is a difference. Someone please be honest enough to tell me, I can take it.

Some people are just really shallow. I can't just discuss ideas with some people.

Some people are always into a relationship. Man, when will I ever talk to a smart lady without a boyfreind?

Some people change. When with others, put into situations, and over time.

Later.
" Some people may always see me laughing, but mind you it is a sad cynical laugh at the world."

Paradox

Funny.

If I didn't quit school I wouldn't have found out that some company was hiring. If I stayed in school I would not have a shot at getting a job, I might not even be able to find work at all.

Meeting people from my past reaffirms my fear that I may be a one note guy. I will only be remembered for things I now find stupid. I don't really know how to feel about this. On the other hand at least they remember me.

I might be the only one left among my peer who still holds on to "NO COMPROMISE". Though I still sometimes, somehow end up contradicting myself, I will never completely sink to another's level.

What do I know really?

Change is confusing.

12 sided die

I finally have a real reason for wanting a sword (either this or a Mauser C96 and a post apocalyptic wasteland. Jen: Huh? Ano yun? Nevermind). I want to be an adventurer. I figured out that all the games I have played were actually preparing me for something.

Jovic: Leader of the Unfitting Pants Adventuring company. Level 6 bard.

Does anybody out there have some questing for me to do? I just finished the quest for a Garlic crusher+1, and was dissapointed (Whatever, it got me to level 6, right?). No copper pieces for me, please!

Anyway:

I'm on my way to closing the whole "school" chapter of my life. And on my way to the more dissapointing, frustrating, generally stupid chapter of employment.

Getting a job is stupid. If the employer really wants you to work for them, should they not put out application forms? I mean, why is it when they ask for a bio-data or resume. It's like you are trying to force the employer to pick you, instead of the employer being grateful that someone would take the job they're offering.

Why are there no quaint little ice cream shoppes here in Baguio? Some summer capital.

I was walking on Session road one time and then I noticed the sidewalks. "Who are the fucking stoners who put tiles in the midle of the sidewalk"; I tell my buddy. We walk a little further, turns out that it was done by fucking stoners. Sooner or later someone is gonna get a busted neck. I slipped once, fell on my ass. Fucking stoner bastards, fucking cheapass mayor, too cheap for pebble wash is he!

BTW, Marley never said "legalize it". Hell, People get Marley all wrong. Marley never used drugs to trip,strictly religious purposes, and he never touched alchohol to get drunk, I hear he never even touched alchohol. He wasn't for any revolution. He just wanted peace and brotherhood. I really want to beat those fuckers at La Azotea. I can. But it's pointless, they're just stupid. Anger is a waste.

Just this for now.
No, really, any questing out there, worthy of my toil?

Try

Anger really does consume/waste energy. I am so tired of being angry. Really. If only people around me would realize it. But, their lack of charachter seems to be the reason why they can't feel. I really have to get out of this place. Out of this life, at the moment. Give me time. I really want to close this whole chapter.

Mooch: "We all live in a throwaway society."
Earl: "Where did you learn that?"
Mooch: "In a book I found...in a trash can."

Why do we live in a society run on paper? Certificates, diplomas, bio-data sheets (BTW,work places accept these more often than personally typed bio-data-resumes. It's just more convenient for the employer, so I've learned.) , licences, clearances, money? It's just ridiculous. Why can't people judge on abilities and worth? Why do we have to have some piece of paper to prove our worth for us?

Anyway:
Check out: timebank.co.uk, for that timebanking thing that I talk about. If time is really money, I've already made millions, I have nothing but time now people.

Panagbenga sucks. It makes me angry. It wastes my energy. Please, someone, tell all the people out there, especially the bands, that they're not cool.