Every new beginning comes from somebody beginning's end. I have let go of my past. I will take my chance.

You are shallow, and you are constantly seeking for attention and approval. You manipulate your friends and parents, yet you firmly believe that there is nothing wrong with your actions. You hate me for being able to see through your facade.

Your laughter is fake; your tears are sham. You cannot handle truth, for truth is like a sword that pierces through the veil which you have covered your world. Truth impels you to see life as it is, not as what you make it up to be.

You are shallow, and you lack a deep understanding of your inner self. You cannot tolerate delayed gratification, and you cannot see the consequences of your actions. You live in the present, but fail to learn from your past and plan for your future.

Yet I love you for what you are. I love you for your flaws, knowing full well that you can never change. To me you are perfect.

But we can never be together, for our worlds are a world apart.

We will be having a qualifying test for Mensa Philippines - Cebu Chapter this Sunday, August 19, 2007, at the Blue Room, 3rd floor, i1 building, Asiatown IT Park, Lahug, Cebu City.

To register, please contact gbtojong@gmail.com with subject "Aug 19 Mensa qualifier". Please include name, age, contact number, and preferred time slot. Available timeslots are: 9:00am, 10:00am, 1:00pm, and 2:00pm. Pre-registration is required for the 30-minute qualifying exam. You may also contact us through these numbers: 0922 3520 722 (John), 0920 9200 127 (Bimbo), and 0918 990 2303 (Glen).

Requirements are valid ID with photo, and a testing fee of P400. A discounted rate of P150 is available for undergraduate students.

What is Mensa?

Mensa Philippines is an emerging national Mensa under the auspices of Mensa International Ltd. The society has over 100,000 members in over 80 countries worldwide. Mensa's aims are - to identify and foster human intelligence for the benefit of humanity; to encourage research in the nature, characteristics and uses of intelligence; and to promote stimulating and social opportunities for its members.

The only criterion for membership in Mensa is to score within the top 2 percent (98th percentile and up) on an accepted and properly supervised qualifying test.

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We are cute and effing genius people with nothing to do. =)

You are beautiful inside and out. Your smile makes my heart skip a bit. But you are my friend, and you will forever stay that way. I am content though this will forever remain unrequited. Unccl oveguqnl.

Memories are just where you laid them
Dragging the waters 'til the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?

Am I the only place that you've left to go?
She cries her life is like
Some movie in black and white
Dead actors faking lines, over and over and over again she cries

People are so predictable. It is so annoying to observe them communicate on a shallow level, manipulating each other with fake words and fake smiles. Why are people like that?

Okidoki, our server at http://www.simoncpu.com is now up. We'll be using it for Open Source development, sharing various files, and what-not.

This box proudly runs on FreeBSD 7.0, and is physically hosted in Bulgaria.

root@dev:~# uname -a
FreeBSD dev.securelabs.org 7.0-CURRENT FreeBSD 7.0-CURRENT #0: Fri Aug 3 14:39:14 EEST 2007 root@dev.securelabs.org:/usr/obj/usr/src/sys/GENERIC i386
root@dev:~# uptime
1:45PM up 3 days, 21:36, 1 user, load averages: 0.00, 0.00, 0.00

My heart wants mercy, but my mind want justice. My heart is blind to wrongdoings, but my mind sees everything with perfect clarity and seeks only truth.

My heart is a servant of my mind; yet my heart is something difficult to control. My mind is forever tasked to contain and guard it, for my heart is like a raging beast waiting to unleash its fury. My heart knows no evil, yet my heart also knows no good. It knows sadness and happiness, but it does not know right from wrong.

Ideas. I have lots of ideas in my mind, but I don't know where to start. Everything inside me is a bunch of unorganized, high-quality mess. I need someone to stimulate me enough in order to start a debate. As you can see, my blog has been empty for a couple of years already, because I can't just braindump all my thoughts here. We don't have the technology for that, unfortunately. So, starting today, I'll paste my thoughts from various forums and online chat. See my previous post. :)

Thoughts on courtship, as debated in http://www.istorya.net/forums/index.php?topic=141240:

The most common mistake that us guys make is that we think we can win a girl's heart by giving her flowers, teddy bears, and text messages. In some cases it works (esp. if the girl is still in her adolescence), but in most cases, it simply doesn't. This courting ritual invokes behavior that will make it harder to win the girl's heart. Depending on the girl's personality, past experiences, and environmental influences, the girl will follow social norms so she will purposely play hard to get; or she will feel awkward and will not appreciate your presence, creating the opposite reaction that you were expecting. Oftentimes, however, the girl will unconsciously think that you are "buying" her with your expensive gifts and will feel repulsed by such move.

Unless you are courting an innocent 14 year-old girl, lavishing her with gifts is a big no-no.

There are many strategies on attracting a girl. But like what I said in my previous post, those strategies border on deception, and are simply means to an end. I do not play, and I promised myself never to break a woman's heart. But reality made me realize that women rarely rely on cold logic to decide on things, so I am forced to use those strategies from time to time. This, sucks, I know. But until I meet a woman who uses her head more than her heart, there's nothing I can do. I wish I can find such girl.

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It's been a quite some time since I have last posted here. It is quite ironic that I no longer blog now that I am online nearly 24/7 (I can't get online while sleeping... hello?). My PC's uptime is almost a month now. The last time I switched off my PC was when I had to rearrange my cubicle. Otherwise, my PC has been running for 24/7 for almost 2 years now. Ah... the power of FreeBSD, the power to serve. Had I chose to run Windows, I would have been forced to reboot my PC every now and then.

Blah blah blah. So, what will I put here? Meh, weird stuff I guess. Technical stuff goes to http://simoncpubsd.blogspot.com. This blog is dedicated to weirdness, the weirdness of the greatest er... weirdest simoncpu.

Yakidi, yakidi da. Weird. So what makes me weird? Any weird stuff that I do?

Oh, here's a list dammit:

Things I do now:

• I run around the house naked.
• I eat raw Milo.
• I poke my officemates' armpits every time they yawn.
• I throw random objects at my friends.
• I sometimes hail a cab and as soon as they approach me, I run away.
• I make paper boats and paper airplanes while listening to our pastor's sermon.
• I purposely piss people off in various online forums in order to stimulate debate.
• I jokingly insult strangers in IRC in order to observe their reaction. We often end up becoming friends anyway...

And many more...

Things I did when I was young (around 3-7 years old):

• I wanted to know how urine and feces taste like... I licked some of my own. :)
• I wanted to know how being electrocuted feels like, so I partially plugged our electric fan to the socket, and touched the xposed metal.
• I often poke or touch women's boobs, because I am intrigued on how they become scandalized with my actions. I get thrilled when they get angry.
• I felt that every object, animate or inanimate, has a life. Example: when I see a car, I don't see it as simply a car. I see eyes (two headlights), a mouth (bumpers), and feet (wheels).

And many more...

Other things that I used to do, when I was still obsessive-compulsive in highschool:

• I spell words that I read using my jaws.
• I touch every lamp post that I see.
• I "walk" around the neighborhood by simply visualizing my surroundings. I usually find misplaced items using that method.
• I write computer viruses on my spare time.
• I vandalize chairs.
• I masturbate almost everyday.
• I disassemble and reassemble every object that I encounter: ballpens, TV, toaster, radio, etc...

And many more...