Category: life

War on Stupidity

by skyrien

I’ve been surprised, several times lately at how evil people can be. History has shown a lot of evils done before, with lies, murders, avarice in general, to our society’s greatest horrors. And none of us can deny that we have done some “evil” deeds before. It doesn’t mean that *we* are evil, since actions alone don’t define individuals. Few people in this world probably have ever tried to do “the evil thing”, rather, it would seem that evil is most prevalent in deeds the doer considers good–when the culprit doesn’t see the evil in their actions. Sometimes this is sheer ignorance, others, the more deeper kind, it seems more of a selective blindness.

And that is what I’ve been surprised at lately. Like “change” it only seems certain that evil is everywhere, in everyone, and perpetuated by those who feel they’re doing the most good. People that care too much about the wrong things, and cause a desire for retaliation (as if this was war), misplaced values, and misdirected anger. And maybe I sound evil when I say this, but these people with such hidden agendas need to be checked by the right kind of ignorance. Maybe it is ignornance to believe that the *right decisions*, regardless of who gives a damn, will bring about the right results, and yes, it’s a harsher approach. But I think it’s time we’ve killed the stupidity that still exists here and there.

And yes, WE are declaring a War on Stupidity.

It’s so much easier to put this is such abstract terms… reality is a bit grayer. But be direct enough here to say that I won’t stand the perpetuation of stupidity. Truth, and the right, will be revealed in due time.

Gained through loss

by skyrien

Heh… wow… I’ve never had this happen before. lol.. for the first time, I’ve lost an active entry I’ve been writing. Stupid mouse shortcuts, deleting my written entry! Heh… so much for my train of thought. I bet it’s still somewhere in the Firefox cache, lingering before the garbage collector gets rid of it. As if it were nothing but leaked memory…

*Sigh… it’s sad how much of our lives we can lose through a simple mistakes. We can write the story of our lives, spending painstaking hours coming up with the theory to everything, or just making something that no one else has done before… we can build so much, and then have it wiped out by a simple mistake, a slip of the finger, a wrong word to the right person… and then, it’s gone, as if it never happened.

In a sense we too are just active memory. We exist because we’ve existed before, and we will exist simply because we havn’t been smitten yet. I think I told Shaneal of my theory and fear, that the entire universe just happens to be a very large scale program, and that we are merely objects, operating on very solid code. But that’s too much of an analogy, my fear is in what happens if something were to go wrong. A misfired transistor, lost packet. And without anyone knowing, the world, the universe, were to disappear, as if it never existed…

Like a single life that no one knows. Or that random tree in the forest of Siberia that falls without anyone hearing it (thinking of Ishmael). Might as well have never existed. Just like the entire entry I had written up.

Still, what comforts me is knowing that in fact, something has changed. In writing that entry, my mind had been soothed, and if it hadn’t been for its fated destruction, this entry wouldn’t have come out in its place. Existence isn’t *quite* like dynamic memory, because it writes a history in time. Time is such a fascinating concept… especially if you don’t believe in its linearity.

Oh, now I remember what that deceased entry was about. It’s Thursday, 5:52 PM… in a week we’re out of here; out of this room where I’ve spent 9 months learning and growing–and procrastinating, and playing, and (not) sleeping, and otherwise just living. So many memories here. Pictures from high school so that everyone can see that someone had lived before. Coffee mugs, glasses, current school ID, stories on the wall, stories in writing, so that they can see too that he’s still living. But then there’s so much more hidden away: a personal memento box with cards and letters from the past year, a box of trinkets full of items that no one else will ever understand… blah, so much stuff here! And in a week, this room will be as empty as it was when I came in. I think I’ll hide a letter for the next habitants of the room. Just so that they can remember. Hopefully, they’ll be too busy with their own stories. But still.


Xander and Anu’s Room OG209!


(8/2004 – 5/2005)


The Tiled Wall of Memories


The Workstation Zone 1


The Most Recent Edition to our Wallpaper of Memories


Contents of the Social Memento Box: Letters!

It’s been a good year… and it’s still going, almost there!

Believing destiny

by skyrien

I suppose I’m quite amused lately. It’s May, classes are over, the year is winding down, semi-watching Love Actually (amazing movie!), and I’m sitting around as doing nothing in particular. It’s a nice feeling :-), in spite of all there is to worry about, to not really worry, and be content with the way things are.

Don’t you love happy endings? I mean, there is the appeal of the truly satisfying bittersweet ending along the lines of Troy, or Gladiator, which is so much more like real life, but is there anything that can lift your spirits like the purely happy endings where everything works out in the end? Once in a while, that’s exactly what you need.

Yeah…

Okay, so maybe I’m not so content. I normally do love the bittersweet ever much more than just happy–maybe beacuse its the truth of our lives. Haha–lol, I love being vague way too damn much, but it’s okay; my mind is a storm on its own, ever chaotic, but with some mysterous order on a scale a bit larger than I can keep track of. It’s 3 in the morning, and chaos, feels, so, comfortable…

After all, satifaction from the meaningless can only bring so much “happiness”. I think I really am just lacking meaning in my life again. Heh… so we look towards these stories for meaning.

So what am I looking for?

“I should have told her every day, because she was perfect every day.”

Is love actually, everywhere? Heh… who knows? With so much hinging on time, moment, circumstance, chance… But destiny will bring together everything that needs to be. Right? 🙂 Of course

Hehe–another rambling entry in the books~