The world is so sickening.
It was just a conversation about this cousin of mine who needed no tution in his secondary days and still got into that JC, got that scholarship and got that title in the army.
Yea, some stupid comparison to me. Comparison using the antics of logic and reason, and evidences and the tangibles. Comparison filled with utmost biasness, limitless show of pargmatic beliefs and a dogma which transcend a tradtionally 'ok' paragdiam. By the world.
I could just kill my emotions off and say great job to it, cousin. And deny my savage desire, my burning want. The truth. Because.
The whole education system, when you look at it; is one big joke. People who thought about schools and learning had the right concept. But the subjects to instill for learning, the needs and reqiurements for studying, tests and revisions and mindless exams. Grades and mugs and overly abundant worry. The labeling of type. The classification of standard. The selection of the best. The death of the rest.
Its just one big, idiotic game. People play it for the sake of their future, for the sake of the life they would have, the path they would take. I don't think I will use the stuff I learn in school now next time in the reality of the world.
Why doesnt anyone ask what I want to be when I grow up now? They asked it so damn much in the early days of my youth. When I was clouded by the lies of the world and inhaling so much ignorace. You know, the days when answers were "Policeman!" "Fireman!". The world is LAME.
They almost NEVER consider that point NOW. When they were given the gifts of logic and reason, why don't they use it properly??? Hell! They don't know how to even use the sole gifts of power that were given to them in the first place?

And this is another reason why I hate you world. I hate you so much you sickening world.

_Update
No, I don't hate the world. The world was created by God. It was good. I hate what the world has become.
And I shall not travel solely in the paragdiam of the world. I will be jogging on that path, trapped in the rat race of destruction or paradise. And when I go through it, I will remeber that it is only provisional. A temporary trance.
I will not ask when will the world end anymore.
I will ask, what can I do in this world when I am still a presence in it. I will transcend it.
For God.

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