Archive for December, 2005

experimental philosophy. v.1

Saturday, December 31st, 2005

there is no absolute good and evil. for there is no absolute measure of what is moral and immoral. i came across to subtle images of postmodern philospohers and they always arrive at the same conclusion that each matter of logic and philosophy can not be controled or condensed to a fact or theorotical reality.

reality is a mere concentration of subjective and objective observations. but to the point that it absolutely meets an end to means. its vaguely recognized that reality is rarely conventional truth sometimes accepted norms to form a formal and continous flow of what we call logical and tangible sometimes metaphysical truth. although to some point it is debated to where the flow of these vague reality would falter and flaw out.  so with the basic premise, it could never be altered that the term "absolute" is non existent and fallible. if one would say the sun is bright and it is hot, somebody could always debate this premise, although one could be true but both have logical points, it is never a false logic if both premises could be true at the same time. for in the point of the theoritical reality of the first could also be a theoritical reality for the second. the observations processed by the systematic signals in our so-called brains could be derived to a point of nothingness.

in my attempt to circulate the issue of my experimental philosophy, it is undoubtingly recognisable that i am  in a chaotic process of achieving the fullness of what i call absolute nothingness. there is nothing true to what we believe is real, i am trying to alienate my morals from what i have gained from culture, values and dictated norms of contemporary era. i have singled out a therotical observation that the world was created with a chaotic law of rewards and punishments based on the diversified and capsulized regulations of what is right and what is wrong. if this is true then somehow i strongle favor the side of uncertainty in evrything…to nothing…

-if i could find moments of solitude then i shall prove this topsyturvy experimental philosophy on the upcoming entries..

-darkmau-

MALAYA!

the truth about santa

Friday, December 23rd, 2005

-jolly old St. Nicholas!
-Patron saint of Xmas! (aka the patron saint of
supply and demand)
-Mighty Tool of Globalization!

have you ever wondered why we have (or
sometimes obliged) to give gift during Christmas?
some would say because it is the season for
giving…if that is you basic philosphy, then you are
caught up in the web of deception by western
culture.

Christmas for all we know is based on the birth of
the ONe, the saviour…but for the contemporary
party poopers, it is the season of lanterns,
Christmas Tree, bright lights, toys and of Course
the big fat jolly man in a bright red suit with white
ruffles on the side, with reindeers and sleigh… and
it is nonetheless than the famous MR. Santa
CLAUS…

but have you ever wondered that this psycho hippie
in a red suit is a product of a growing culture of
Globalization? for some accounts there are
debatable facts about the origin of the real santa.
but for the general fact that we know, st. nicholas
was a bishop and his famous name was first
brought to the new world by the great Columbus
on Dec. 6, 1492. and with that occurence, the
kindly saint had a different image.

the hippie fat man in a red suit on the growing
contemporary world economy had a major
marketing surgery, he was introduced by the
famous Anglo-saxon clan as symbol of Father
Christmas. the unique trending of his popularity
gave boost to sales of xmas products all over the
world, which the list includes, toys, trees, and
stuffs dont normally sell on normal occasions.

the life of jolly old nicholas was a hard one, yet he
had unselfishly serve people(especially the
children) but for the love of money, the good name
of the poor saint is used as a tormenting weapon
for the buying public (specifically parents from the
middle and lower class) who had to undergo, major
financial torture to fulfill the truth about the mythical
fat guy(who is by the way immortal)who flies with
the reindeers and sleigh(and he doesnt need a
passport and radars cant pick him up) and stops
by at your chimney(or roofs maybe) and goes
staright in your house(and he is not caught in the
alarm, there is something wrong with technology)
and gives gift to every child who has been naughty
and nice(how on earth could he monitor all
psychological patterns of these monsters) and
children keeps on believing that he is real. How
small minds do we have for the future?

the economic and psychological effect of the santa
fever really chills my spine, and the diversity of this
hippie is also noticable, he could speak almost
every language on earth (even those countries that
dont even celebrate christmas) and worst part,
Santa invades the only grasp of the child’s mind,
which is truth to its surrounding. the idea of santa
today pushes parentsto lie to their very off spring
that Santa is real.

this christmas is not a christmas brought by love,
peace, hope and joy. it is now brought by a single
entity of business and it is the word PROFIT.

our food, and everything that we could get our
hands on this christmas is produced by people
who gets low wages and inhuman working
conditions despite technological advancements
and labor codes.

this christmas is not anymore a celebration, but a
rampage and outrage of the inhuman marketing of
christmas symbols. this christmas is an outpour
of global economy(which is by the way still ruled
by America and china is fast approaching to beat
JOes)

as you open your gift, and as you wear your new
clothes and shoes, as you eat your christmas
dinner, and as you recieve your christmas
bonuses, think, and feel this… is it really worth
celebrating? can you celebrate while some suffer?
is that justice?….

merry christmas…light, peace and love…

-darkmau-
MALAYA!-

-if you find the article floating, write a new one, and
choose a side
-if you liked the bulletin, then repost it, let your
friends know that christmas is not a way to be
merry and spending..

shhh, dont tell your mom

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
shhh, dont tell your mom
Message: i never want to wrote this, but i have to. remember
that in this world, everything is dictated by
physics, cause for every action there is an equal
reaction. so here is the story of something you
should tell your mom.

-warning this bulletin contains some words and
issues not suitable to narrow minded persons(if
you consider yourself human).

it was October 2001, i was still in my third year
college( i think), everything was moving fine for
myself, and thinking that life will be a breeze i just
enjoyed evrything i had for that second semester.
just a catch of everything, i smoked, i drank booze
and i met girls(hoping that my ex girlfrend wont
have the chance to read this, cause she might
curse me again for life!). everything seemed
perfect, but to my mistake, the chaos began.

i met a beautiful(an adjective i use when im boozed
out) gal who is also a student of the same school i
go to, and her name is margel. margel is kind of
girl who loves the nightlife, why not, she has the
money, she had the looks, and she was fresh and
young. and because of that freshness, i was lured
in to her. for two whole weeks, i kept on following
where margel went, i kept on texting her and for
times i would call her just to have a chat. and boy!
it was a great challenge.

and luck is still on my side, after that two weeks, i
stopped calling her, i thought she was not
interested so i dropped her like a hot potato. but to
my surprise she called me…"mau, puntahan mo
naman ako dito sa bahay oh, ako lang kasi mag
isa, gusto ko ikaw ang kasama ko….uhmmm
pleaseeee"… and how could i say no to such
plead?

i went there, and it only took me thirteen minutes
to get into her house, which normally it would take
around thirty minutes if i drove defensively. so to
cut the long journey of this story, i arrived at her
place. when i saw her, i almost dropped my jaw,
she wearing a see-through dress with pink laces
on the sides. her skin was glowing pinkish , and
her areolas are almost visible. her, face, her lips
and her hair was perfect for the night. and i wasted
no time, i went inside her room, grabbed her by the
side, and kissed her torridly, until she felt numb
and high.

i did everything for that night, all strokes, all
positions, and every rhythm that is placed in the
kama sutra books…every round with no
contraceptions or withdrawal involved. all six of it.

i drained all my juices(and dont tell me that is the
reason why im thin), and i rested for two hours and
went home.

here is the catch… after two weeks, everything
changed. nausea, craving, and morning sickness
was evident. i was worried, and so i called my
mom, "ma, parang masama ang kutob
ko…buntis…" thats all i could say…and she asked
if it was my girlfriend and i said no… and she
asked who….and i told her…

and after hearing the story… she reacted "HOY
MAURO HUWAG MO NGA AKONG
PINAGLOLOKO! AKALA MO BA MALOLOKO MO
AKO,PAANO KA BA MABUBUNTIS eh WALA KA
NAMANG MATRIS!"

and poof! again i woke up from my deep
slumber…tsk2 bangungot lang pala..and men! it
was worth sharing. hehehe! gawa din kayo ng
inyong nightmare stories.. its fun!

-id like to thank budweiser for providing me the
inspiration, citibank for making me stressed out
due to its complexity, fictitious characters for
providing me the plot and a hundred ghouls and
vampires that lures in the night a.k.a lamok…

-peace to all who read… no offense to waste your
time.

-darkmau-
MALAYA!

sentimental fly

Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
sentimental fly
there is man somewhere in central london, he rode
a bus going to Harrods..when he sat down, a
beutiful irish lady with green eyes sat beside him.

like a tv commercial there was a sudden rush of
blood to the head of the man, and struggling for a
word to say. and with all effort he came with an
opening line "why do look happy?" the irish lady
just giggled and laughed her heart out.

the man never knew that such line would work to
make the lady smile. and so he thought that hed
go for it, and he tried to establish a philosophical
conversation that would make the lady’s brain turn
upside down. his second line was this, "people
have so many names and for all we know , it really
doesnt matter if we are named or not, what do you
think?" the lady tring to keep her composure,
eventhough continously giggling, she
answered, "because some people think being open
is the way to be…"

the man tried to keep his mind with such an
answer. he thought that the girl was in for
intellectual conversation. so he just asked, "does it
matter if people grow old, or they die young?", the
lady replied with such laughing face, "being open
with time doesnt mean time would fly, or bald men
would cry if air is blown…"

the man was numbstruck with such answer. he
now thinks that the lady had PHd in Psychology or
Philosophy and whatever he would say would be
turned against him.

so with all modesty the man gave up and
conceded to defeat with the battle of logic. and so
he asked the lady, "uhmm, i tried to lure you with
such witty conversation but with great defense you
just bounced back with great ease…are you
working at a university or something?

the lady , now blushed , and her laughter could be
heard all over the bus. and she said in such a
polite manner, "you know mister, your questions
are so witty and you have a great eyes and a
mystifying smile, all in all you could be a prince
charming, but all my answers doesnt have to do
with university or philosophy, its all in your fly…
the next time youd try to hit on a lady(giggling)
please zip your pants first. i dont like to see pubic
hairs coming out of the fly." and she laughed as
she pressed the stop button of the bus.

the man who was now reddish violet due to such
humiliation transferred seat and kept his mouth
shut.(and did not even bother to zip his fly)

the moral of the story, do not try to hit on someone
especially if you are not sure if your flies are
zipped.

-its just all about the fly..

-darkmau-
MALAYA!