I find myself ranting again, and this time, no mere words could explain my fury. If I could pick up this computer and smash it over the heads of the faggots who were the cause of this rage, I guess I could and would and feel no remorse about it.

If human beings were nothing more than animals, then perhaps it would make everything else a lot easier to accept. How you have dysfunctional people, and how evil is necessary, and how the most evil of deeds could be justified. I would probably just rant on and on here, in my typical nonsensical fashion, but then it is a sentimentalist view that human beings are special and are more superior and better than animals. It is a typical romantic notion that there is something special about us, just like the romantic notion that the universe revolves around us.

I am just trying to say, that human beings are nothing more than animals. Consciousness and morality are not it is envisioned to be. It can hardly be said that all human beings are conscious creatures because most refuse to question their very existence and subject it to the rigors of logical deduction, philosophical speculation and reasonable hypothesis. Some even refuse to acknowledge the use of logic, and hence become nothing more than zombies, completely accepting, without thought. That can hardly be called a conscious mind. More like an empty slate. Human beings are better off being studied as animals with animalistic instincts and natural tendencies. There is no room at all for all these idealistic notions that human beings are better than themselves.

It is a joke. Human beings are perhaps the most savage, barbaric, nonsensical and stupid animals that ever existed. And we dare call ourselves the masters of nature? Somehow a great joke has been played upon us.

It has been a while since I attempted to write anything closely resembling a poem. So here goes.

Embittered

Friend,
It is with bitter remorse I write,
Haunted by day, sleepless by night,
Could I ever find the words to say,
My disappointment and dismay?

Friend,
Though I thought I knew you well,
Somehow that illusion is dispelled,
And though its your face I see,
Your mind is a stranger to me.

Friend,
Who could be to blame?
You or me; it is the same,
The end has come,
And what's done cannot be undone.

Friend,
Two people a friendship make,
All friends do give and take,
Now let me do my part,
I take my leave and give up.

Anger management.

It would seem to me that a lot of people do not know how to handle this feeling of anger properly. Well, anger is a somewhat good thing, it is very useful for an individual as firstly it lends courage to do stupid things, such as shooting off your mouth at your superiors and complaining what a lousy job they are doing, or making snide remarks and jeopardising years of friendship. For the individual, it empowers the individual more than any other feeling. Look at the comic books. Super heroes are most powerful when a great injustice has been done, and their wrath is incurred. This usually leads to the destruction and finale of the "baddie" but not before half the world is torn apart, the fabric of reality is torn, and supernatural beings invade Earth in search of this great source of power and put an end to it all. Therefore one should not undervalue the power of anger.

Anger also has its value for politicians. One good example is how politicians rile up the crowd in India, particularly the Hindu/Muslim feud who would then resort in violence and chaotic riots and train bombings and mosque burnings and more senseless mayhem. Then the politicians sort of gain favour from the "majority" who believe in incinerating people of different religion, and then they stay in power. Most uprisings also result from anger, Hitler spoke on behalf of the disgruntled unemployed Germans about the "Jew-problem", Lenin spoke about the peasants grievances and the need for communism. So anger drives people to do things and change the world, albeit it remains to be said whether for the better or not.

So here comes my lesson plan for Anger Management.

Lesson 1 - Understanding anger

Anger basically is this intense feeling of dislike and insult due to the actions of someone. For example, your best friend went out with your girlfriend. You feel insulted. You get angry. You buy a gun. You blow his and her brains out. You blow your brains out. NOTE: This is a negative demonstration. So you basically understand where the feeling of anger comes from. It comes when your pride is hurt. It comes when something unexpected happens. And most of the time, you can't accept it, and you don't know how to handle it, therefore you get angry. Read the line of my blog again: The only things that hurt are those you never saw coming.

Lesson 2 - Controlling your anger

Upon recognising your feelings of anger, it is then up to the person on what you want to do with this feeling. Maybe you would like to take advantage of this adrenaline rush, and lash out at the person and blow his brains out with your newly-purchased gun. But that is not the purpose of this lesson. The purpose of this lesson is to understand that there are better ways of resolving your anger than getting angry and being frustrated. No one likes an angry person. Its a fact.

When you realise you are angry, before saying anything, think firstly, "Why am I angry?" The answer is usually, because the guy is a bloody idiot or because that bitch insulted me or because he is nothing more than a piece of &*^$ stuck to his ^$% and ought to get his brains blown out.

Yes, I so totally agree with you. But that won't resolve the problem, would it? But you must really think about it, what is it this did to make you angry? Could it be he cheated on you? Or she said you were a jerk? Or he took something from you? Or he said something that hurt you really badly? Now you are thinking about the true cause you are getting angry. Think clearly first before reacting. The benefits of thinking clearly first before reacting, is firstly it gives your feelings time to cool down, which on the good side, makes your mind clearer and more able to handle the situation. On the bad side, it allows you to plot your revenge more carefully and more viciously so that the person would regret he was born. So no matter how good or evil you are, it is always always always advisable to cool down and think things thoroughly before plotting how you can push the guy off the cliff. There are a 1001 ways to kill people, and though I don't advocate the senseless killing of people, I don't mind if there are less idiots walking this planet. So take your time, you want to do something that would benefit you.

After realising the true cause behind your anger, you must begin to wonder, if this feeling of anger is justified. Would other people react this way if this happened to them? Would your reaction in anyway be justified? Would you ever regret what you are going to do? Why should you feel angry? If you are angered by an ignorant dolt (read: Ivan), then is it worth being affected or being angered by this ignorant dolt? Is there a better solution? Ask yourself all these questions. The next time you get angry, stop, pause and think this things through. Its no easy task, but it should come naturally with practice. Then when you got your thoughts straight, you are no longer angry, and can proceed to disembowel the ruffian with sadistic glee.

The End.

Oh damn you stupid mutt! Your stupidity is one that reaches the stars. Have you not seen yourself before even commenting on others, you ignorant, imbecilic retard? Your foolery is so great that even you must be astounded how ridiculous the entire notion actually is.

Before even opening your mouth, have you ever considered thinking of yourself, brainless mutt? Oh wait, forgive me, I should not even give you credit for assuming that you could use your mental faculties, if you ever had any.

Have you seen yourself gambolling after her with your tongue lolling out like a deprived stray just looking for a kind word or a gentle pat? Then you just look from afar with some sort of forlorn look, like when you have been abandoned and you have exactly no idea what to do, where to go or why you were left there. And you stare off with your squinty puppy-dog eyes, in a futile attempt to look cute and adorable so that she might just endure your very repulsive presence?

And you scratch, whine and howl at the moon every night, when you recieve no word, no call or no SMS. And you moan about it, and worry that somehow somewhere something is wrong. And you sort of wander around like a lost little stray that nobody, I repeat nobody wanted.

Oh yes, you. You know you are more of a stupid, ignorant mutt than you actually would like to admit. The adjectives go on and on to describe you: brainless, dazed, deficient, dense, dim, dodo, doltish, dopy, dotterel, dull, dumb, dummy, foolish, futile, gullible, half-baked, half-witted, idiotic, ill-advised, imbecilic, inane, indiscreet, insensate, irrelevant, irresponsible, laughable, loser, ludicrous, meaningless, mindless, moronic, naive, nonsensical, obtuse, pointless, puerile, rash, senseless, short-sighted, simple, simple-minded, slow, sluggish, stolid, stupefied, thick, thickheaded, trivial, unintelligent, unthinking, witless. Take your pick.

The next time you mention "Dog" think well how it applies to you.

Something my friend sent to me.

Go go www.google.com and in the search field type "weapons of mass destruction" then click the button "I'm feeling lucky!".

Have a good laugh.

If you believe what I believe, then you would believe that you would be standing alone against a swarm of people who would jump straight over the ledge, into the ocean below crashing onto sharp rocks like jagged teeth of reality.

I would believe that people on the whole are nice. Nice, as in, able to get along well with. People are nice, especially if you get to know them. Yeah, I'm sure all the people you know are nice. Then how come there exists not so nice people in this world? People who are bitches or faggots or simply bigots or pretenders and the likes. Yes, you know who I'm talking about. I wonder if its you I'm talking about. I hope it is you I am talking about. You know what I hate most. You are that embodiment. So what do you think? What do you think I think of you? Do you want to know?

People are nice. If you get to know them. Therefore the best way to judge people is when you don't know them anymore. No more personal bias or intimate inclinations. Just a distant observer, looking at the way you act, and the way you talk, and the things you do. Someone is always watching, watching too closely, and from a distance, you don't look so nice anymore. If it is unfair because I don't know your side of the story, I could say that nothing is fair in this world. I don't know the reasons you act the way you do, and the "stories" or lies or facades you go through. But the fact still remains, you acted that way. Murder is still murder whether it is in self-defence or a fit of rage. You could go on justifying your acts. Go ahead, do it. I know you are. You always justify yourself. You think you are never wrong and its because people don't understand you. You know you are doing it.

Does it feel nice to live in that reality you make up to be? Where you go on pretending and pretending and never realise the truth behind it all? Would you die and go on peacefully that this percieved world is your real world? You are not living in your world anymore, no matter how much you like it. The rules are changing, and they are changing according to the silent observer who watch and judge. And so it is, then, you go on pretending that the world likes you and that people like you and that the very fabric of reality is a piece of silk cloth with holds you snugly. Wake up. I don't implore, or beg, or ask of you. It is a simple statement. I threw out my emotions a long time ago. Wake up. The trumpets are sounding, the war is beginning. Nice people don't exist anymore.

Come to think of it, I haven't heard any new songs in a long time. New songs as in songs from MTV or any normal radio station. I seem to be falling into the pit of a stagnating collection of songs where I hear nothing new, appreciate nothing new and soon, my collection would be somewhere about as old as The Carpenters are today. So I get this sinking feeling that I'm getting old, especially when I don't hear new songs.

That's it for aging. It strikes you in subtle ways. First you couldn't walk as far and wide as you would like to, your feet ache unnecessarily, then you blame it on your shoes. Some day, your eye sight decides to fail you and you couldn't stare at hot chicks as often as you could without rubbing your sore eyes and washing your face. Then some day, you notice some grey strands hiding there for god-knows-how-long. Then you notice that suddenly your clothes were no longer hip and trendy, and you look old, and no matter what you do, your cupboard is always in yesterdays fashion. Then suddenly some young hot-blooded insensitive "youngster" starts calling you "Gramps". Then suddenly your days are numbered...

Enough with the getting old part. I got the rest of my life to get old.

Somewhat I sit here disillusioned with the process of things and perhaps more of my current education, my current level of education and my current state of education.

It would seem to be that the entire purpose of education is to create a wholistic individual, equipped with the basic knowledge of the sciences and arts and able to appreciate the science and the arts, imbued with the moral values and civic mindedness, while able to respond to the needs of society as a caring and responsible individual.

Somehow perhaps I need to mention the definition of the phrase, wholistic individual. A wholistic individual is a person which has everything that defines a person. You know, memories, experiences, feelings, opinions, thoughts.

Okay, I'll stretch the definition a little more specifically. Clear distinct memories of the past, where the individual does remember faces, names and events. Experiences, where the individual did stuff, and got results from, and the individual remembers those stuff and knows what kind of results he'd get from those things he'd do. Feelings, where the individual feels emotions of happiness, sadness, anger, love, the positive and the negative, and reacts accordingly appropriately. Opinions, where the individual has a perspective on an event and takes a stand and believes in what the individual is fighting for. Thoughts, where an individual is capable of analysing, evaluating and intepreting events, occurences and other such happenings with a rational mind and to a certain extent predict and anticipate future occurences, thus selecting the best possible course of action.

The question then falls, does education satisfy this demanding criteria? Or are we fated to have a generation of automatons which profoundly regurgited the same knowledge which they were educated by?

Cool, the posting page has so totally changed to a new good one... sorry you guys out there couldn't see it, but it seems totally cool enough for me. I'm easily contented.

Anyway, there was this state of mind I was in this morning, when I crawled out of bed after a measly 5 hours of dreamless slumber. It was as though my mind was completely detached from my body, and I was a walking automaton. Anyway, the surreality of the morning struck me as I squirmed out from under the blanket, then looked dazely at my alarm clock. As I went to wash up in the bathroom, suddenly a strange voice said to me,

When you walk down memory lane to see the flowers, don't forget the cherry blossoms.

I wonder what that was about.