Sanct Nito

i have strong reasons to believe that my pc, or at least my mouse–as in the one used for selecting and clicking stuff–is possesed by an evil spirit…

imagine this, i return from school and rush to my pc since i have to start working on a rather long assignment that’s due the next day, and when i start it up, the mouse pointer does not move! and so i have to restart it–at times even trip the switch of the avr–in order to get it to work, and mind you, it sometimes take as much as 5 restarts in order to get this thing to work…

scenario 2: just when i am enjoying a game, or have just cleared a difficult level of a certain game, or am looking up at something rather cool in the net, the mouse starts to run amok and begins moving like crazy and clicking different icons as if it had a mind of its own…one time, my entire list of internet connections even got deleted!

scenario 3: or how about this, just when i was about to save either a photoshop project–or even when im making one, where i find it hard to highlight stuff and drag layers–or print a word document, the cursed object begins to run amok again, and this time, it attempts to close the program–luckily, it never suceeds, thanks to the confirmation box that appears…but still, its a big nuisance…

and thus, after serious considerations, i have decided to perform an exorcism of my pc mouse…i bought myself a replacement mouse from cdr-king, and then went to proceed with the solemn ritual of exorcism…i detached the possesed mouse, took a glass of tap water, and after making the sign of the cross on the glass and then on the mouse, i poured the water on the possesed object, slammed it on the floor and rebuked it!

what great relief it gave me! my mouse has been delivered! bwahahaha…and now, it could finally rest in peace–pieces–in the undisturbed silence of the trash can, waiting for the next truck to come when it would be consigned to the fires of the landfill…

and that, ladies and gentlemen, was the exorcism of my pc…and the eventual fate of those whom i hate–a note on that, the people whom i hate, hated me first, so dont blame me for anything…

havent you guys all noticed that nearly all of the most popular profiles in friendster look as if they were owned by whores?

went to church earlier this evening, and i couldnt help but notice the photocopied notes of the girl sitting in front my pew, it was all about psychiatric nursing–waah…weird lagi kaayo mi, kami ra tingali way klase basta saturday–it was all that was needed to get my hyperactive imagination to work…

as ive learned from paolo choelo earlier this week, insane people are the most free individuals, the are the ones who’ve been liberated from the choking and self-imposed norms of society…so i thought, then america is not the real ‘land of the free’, we need not travel far, for the true home of freedom just lies nextdoor, at the psychiatric ward of VSMMC, the home of the ‘free-est’ people her in our humble abode of cebu…

i even went as far as to commit a rather blasphemous thing in church by wishing in my head to get confined in the psychia ward and get a megadose of acetaminophen in order to die…god, i really am going to hell…on second thought though, i guess the devil might ban me from hell…he/she–well if its a sin to be gay, then by all means, THE DEVIL IS GAY!–wouldnt want me there, he/she hates competition!

just like what ruff said, god might have to make a separate dimension for me when i die…bwahahaha…

but then again, i still have not given up on my dream of attaining sainthood…i could just imagine my solemn canonization at the vatican, where i would suddenly perform my first miracle…a rain of rice…sacks of rice, yes, the rice would be inside sacks…

seriously, i would really love to be a saint…i even had an idea of bringing my classmates together with me to either basilan, mecca, pyongyang, or any other place where either christians or religion are not welcome…then we’d all start a prayer meeting in broad daylight and get gunned down…then we’d all become the saintly students of bsn iii-e, and then we’d have the feast of saint nito and companions, virgins and martyrs…char! (although the title virgin would be quiet questionable for some…or maybe most of the companions…)

anywayz, where was i?

i dont know…well, i really must be insane…

btw, considering that insane people cannot be held liable for their actions, could it also mean that insane people are not capable of committing sin–in the christian context–if thats the case, then maybe insanity is the way to salvation…let the host of the demented and mentally ill march on towards the pearly gates and recieve eternal life…

God! forgive me for all these blasphemous thoughts…i dont know as to what degree of sin am i commiting right now by posting all these things…but if somebody knows, then please, please tell me…and if you think that i truly am evil–although i think im not–then please do pray for me, like i said, i intend to be a saint, and maybe it would take your prayers to help me…char!

just came home from the procession at carmelites…gosh, the rain was really pouring down in torrents, and guess what? i forgot to bring my umbrella…hehehe…poor me…or should i say, lucky me?–not that pancit…lol–nope, i didnt get to share an umbrella with a cutie…but ive experienced some sort of miracle–oh yes, i do believe in miracles, any objections? well, you could burn me at the stake…–picture this, last night i was burning with fever–i wasnt even able to surf the net that much thanks to my illness–but you know what, after walking for a half-hour or so under the rain, my fever completely dissapeared–all i have is a little cough now–waaah…indeed, God does love me…hehehe…

anyway, whats with the title? you might ask…ok, im just getting to it…

right after the procession, there was a mass and a ceremony of sorts at st. joseph’s church–thats in mabolo if in case you didnt know–and since the venue was pretty small, and there were about 8 carrozas–floats where they put statues of saints during processions–so only those with business there–priests, nuns, carmelite monks, seminarians, and their kind…–and those who had enough stamina to push through the guards could go in…now, there was a group of sisters–nope, not those with veils, but sisters trapped in male bodies–who wanted to get in, despite the fact that the gate was already closed, several other people were also there by the gate, however, by some sort of miracle, only the ’sisters’ were allowed to go in–there were even some seminarians and sacristans who were not able to go in…–then came Mother Mary’s carroza, and the gate was permanently shut perhaps for the whole duration of the mass–i didnt attend the mass, but left early after the gate closed–

todays lesson: to all ’sisters’ out there, celebrate…God’s love does not discriminate against you!

since my lola has still to recieve her replacement credit card from the mail, im the only person at home with one, and despite the perks that it could give me, theres a downside to it…everytime my dear grandma goes out shopping–either in the grocery or in the department store, even when eating out–i have to go with her, since i’ll have to do the ‘paying’…and whats worse, is that whenever our resident baby–my 3yo cousin who’s on vacation here at home–runs out of diapers or milk, i have to go out alone to the grocery, and look like a single parent–in fact, i am neither…hehehe

thanks to pharma…i can now become an amateur assassin…theres someone i know who lives nearby, and i intend to kill him…and if it werent for pharma, i wouldnt know how…and now, ive got a plan…i’ll try to get my hands on a prescription for morphine, buy two vials (25mg/ml), get a huge syringe–like the one they use for horses–fill it with the precious morphine (usual dose via IM is only 1mg, thus to fill a syringe with about 5mg means it has 250mg of very potent morphine) and give it to him IM, and voila! he’ll have respiratory depression, possible cardiac arrest, permanent brain damage, and slip into a deadly coma in more or less 5 minutes…and no one will ever know that i did it, thanks to open-gloving…indeed, nursing is an art!

my target: our neighbor’s pet dog…

just this morning, i met a woman who didnt have enough money to pay for an ultrasound to check the status of her post-term baby who probably be already dead…just outside the health center, i saw an old woman begging for some coins in order to buy breakfast…just this weekend, i saw a mother of three sitting by the bridge near usc-bhs at night, she was breastfeeding her baby while her two other children slept on the ground…walking home, i met some little kids–maybe some of them are barely 5–selling candles and begging for alms…and on the news, a family had just lost their father after he dided in a ‘garbage slide’–he was collecting trash so as to earn a hundred pesos in order to feed his family–and elsewhere, another family will be driving to a certain town somewhere in central luzon to pick up their 6-yo daughter’s dead body who got washed up by the river…

and here in our school, we are obliged to pay 1000 pesos and another 50 pesos, most of which are spent for utterly trivial and unnecesarry things–except perhaps for those proposed learning materials for the students and the faculty development, which would indeed be beneficial–imagine, 15,000 pesos all for snacks! and take note, i highly doubt that we the ‘common’ students would be able to partake of that 15,000 pesos worth of snacks–except for water perhaps…god!god!god!

i guess, we should redefine the meaning of budget friendly!