Militant Indifference

after the failed attempt that was inkblotter, here i go again. but this time, i get to talk about the things that i think are important to me. nobody will be forcing me to care or to be aware except me. i wanna talk about what a sixteen year-old like me should be having - music, books, shows, comics, sex, coffee, and alcohol.

hey, i'm no patricia evangelista, i'm no jessica zafra, i'm no blogger. i'm an apathetic voice that wants to be heard. i prefer not to care unless it affects me directly, and nobody can do anything about it. selfishness with a webpage - this is militant indifference. coz i just don't give a damn. bleah.

Header by RD Bolinas.

my name is gian karlo dapul. i've learned that half of the people who meet me can't say my name right and that half of the people who can say my name right can't spell my name right and that half of the people who can say and spell my name right never bother to.

i'm sixteen. i love using the internet as a pathetic supplement to rl. i wear thick-rimmed glasses, black shirts, and boxers in addition to a violently bored look on my face. i grow my hair long. i have dandruff problems, which aren't helped by the black shirts.

as a general rule with a lot of exceptions, i dislike conservatives, republicans, John McCain, Sarah Palin, democracy, people in the military, the current pope, a great deal of the catholic church's leaders, mormons, fundies, scientologists, qisayers, racists, sexists, homophobes, heterophobes, the westboro baptist church, pastor Phelps, barney the dinosaur, george bush, the united states, anglo-saxon supremacists, filipino actors and actresses, basketball players, haircuts, white chocolate, smokers, youtube whores, emo bashers (let us cry in fucking peace), internet commenters, high school ateneans, high school la sallians, theists who impose their beliefs on others, atheists who impose their beliefs on others, Miley Cyrus, and microsoft vista. everyone's a liiiiittle bit racist, so sue me.

yes i'm that guy who knocked over your block towers in kindergarten. yes i'm that guy who raised his hand first and sucked up to all the teachers in elementary. yes i'm that guy who's in your science school right now. yes i'm that guy who won that public speaking competition.

no it's not jee-an. no karlo's not spelled with a c. no i will not be your textmate. no i will not add your blog to my link list. no i will not forward your chain message. no i will not add you up on friendster, multiply, twitter, or facebook - do it yourself. look for me.