The Oppression Diaries

I used to be a guidance counselor, did you know that? Funny that I would end up 6 years later in 3, not 1, cuckoo’s nest after all those years of counseling kids and teenagers on how to find themselves or to “self-actualize.” I really got nothing much to say about that except, instead of having an active lifestyle like before, I now have unending chores that I could not seem to fulfill for days on end. Oh, it’s definitely not depression. I am much too “self-aware” for that, bragging aside. I always wake up early in the morning thinking and feeling like I could do anything I want, finally get to fulfill all my long-delayed chores, and even have time to spare for my hobbies. But, all of a sudden, heaviness sets in and I end up sleeping throughout the day. Just now, a perp (perpetrator) living next door to me at an adjacent room, came out (or just opened her door) and said something like “take a bath” (in the vernacular) just loud enough for me to hear, like talking ...

I would suddenly find my snails FLOATING the next morning, LIFELESS or STIFF and BARELY BREATHING even though they were all alive and well (after checking on them) before I went to bed the night before. The large breaks couldn’t be due to a long fall as their tubs (1-gallon Tony Roma’s popcorn tubs) weren’t that high; they were eating vegetables that were carefully washed (as per instruction from credible online sources) to rid them of pesticides, and which they had been eating, if I remember correctly, for three (3) months without incident; and the SUDDEN DEEP ABRASIONS that seemed to happen overnight couldn’t possibly be caused by tap water which had been aerated long enough, and placed with eggshells for calcium. The first few that died I can probably acknowledge as a result of ignorance, but the succeeding rapid deaths (in batches) of the week-old or month-old babies, and the disappearing hatchlings were just too much. The usual alibis (as if they are even legally jus...

I have been breeding freshwater snails for quite some time now. I started last year around August and I fell in love with the critters. They have this vulnerable look about them that I rarely see nowadays. They were initially meant for market consumption after I lost my job five (5) years ago due to the BLOODSUCKERS around me. Despite myself, I found these beady-eyed, half-armadillo, half-cow looking “sliders” too adorable to eat anymore. I was having a dilemma back then until I figured that I would breed them both for consumption and for ornamental purposes too. But as usual, the NIGGERS of Mount Doom, had to come crawling back with more vengeance, as if SCREWING MY JOB and FINANCES weren’t ABUSIVE and DEPLORABLE ENOUGH. They started by killing my market-bought wild snails, with the help of an inside job. The snails were suddenly dying one after another despite better, if not optimal, water conditions (thinned overnight or for 24 hours and changed almost everyday as...

The No Talk Policy You must be wondering what it was like for me to live amongst highly abnormal and mentally deranged, paranoid, money-craved psychopaths and chauvinists for seventeen (17) years. Actually, rumor has it that this has gone longer than that, to the extent that even my whole family was influenced and manipulated without their knowledge. The marriage of my first and third eldest sisters for instance, was according to a robin who loves to perch on my shoulder and just tweet about almost anything related to these scheming niggers, were secretly pre-arranged. Although it looked like a normal courtship that ensued after the eldest was introduced to my brother-in-law, and the third eldest met her husband in the company where she worked, both had already been planned and contrived prior to my father’s ailing condition. In fact both marriages were all too sudden, almost immediately right after my father’s death, that many an eyebrow was raised and rumors spread a...

NO INTERNET on my first attempt to connect just now. After refreshing my pocket wifi, which I always do before I start to connect, I finally got connected. My sisters just reminded me the other day that they will not loan me money to continue my internet service anymore by June 8 this year.  And my eldest sister who loaned me money for the laptop will get it back as well (since I still could not pay her after almost 2 years now). This particular ISP has given me more reliable internet service (and better customer service) compared to the other ISPs around, except for a few rotten apples here and there in their customer service and other third party contractors. Recently, I was made aware that a different ISP (a long established and a highly corrupt one too) had managed to secure exclusive rights to service the residents in this condo where I live, despite the fact that I had been PROTESTING the building ADMIN and MANAGEMENT of this BS cheap condo to have my ISP establish...

This was the very first image I saw after I logged into my Google+ account earlier, which falls nothing short of the job description of the "Accuser of Men (and Women)."  The figure's gender seems to be highly questionable too, don't you think?  Their usual boring tagline, "You Will Never Be Good Enough."  And I mean, in all aspects of being a woman, which includes dating, like they are the "ultimate" standards or epitome of womanhood.  They are the only ones "who are good enough" to claim title to the feminine gender. What a vivid imagination. The word "dumbass"was mentioned in one of my previous posts and these #Niggers had literally used that to indirectly mock me.  This could possibly be due to one of my most recent post wherein I had disclosed their remotely operated "torture sessions" being done against me once again.   Or was it because, despite their NON-STOP noise and verbal harassment, I was he...

Could not do anything online after doing a few pieces of laundry, as a SUDDEN WAVE OF DROWSINESS came over me. As a result, I could not focus on any task that I had intended to continue and hopefully finish, which are geared towards earning online.  My inability to get a regular job again, and my current financial situation (or lack of) could not support my internet bills.  My sister had already given June 8 as the deadline to stop my internet subscription. My left hand has also started to feel sore a few hours later. My sister has already refused to loan me money for laundromat, and insists that I start washing my own clothes.  Whenever I try to abide by her rules, these NON STOP ACHES  and PAINS would start. All these TORTURE and UNACCOUNTABLE MAYHEM has caused me MORE MISERY than ALL THE NIGGERS COMBINED.  If it were not for these #ELECTROMAGNETIC TORTURE DEVICES, I could IGNORE THESE MORONS without a problem. What kind of IDIOT would devise SUC...

How about some scenes from the past, which all seem to be quite clear to me.  After all, after sixteen (16) long HELLISH years, THEY'RE STILL AT IT.  It's as if to remind me NOT TO FORGET who's the boss and that they can still VICTIMIZE me whenever and wherever they want to. Which they have and still are doing, actually, not to mention that the means have become even more AGGRESSIVE and highly technical, but has nevertheless remained HIGHLY UNJUSTIFIABLE and ILLEGAL. It did appear to be quite funny and harmless at first, and even romantically mysterious.  But after the indirect nods of fake approval and smiles disappeared, and the NON-STOP HARASSMENT started, followed by BULLYING, MALIGNING, OUTRIGHT LYING and other acts of direct VERBAL and PHYSICAL ASSAULT from total strangers, but nevertheless aggressive and angry-looking, and a host of government and influential public and private organizations and media, you begin to feel A CHILL RUN DOWN YOUR SPINE each time ...

Just one of the many INSECURITIES of this secret but NO-INTELLIGENCE service, and they wonder why I have evolved into a monster. I really wonder why their hidden IT idiot (or idiots) kept screwing my TV signal during certain program segments or shows like Gumball and Nat Geo when they indirectly, and most likely by accident, showcase and depict CULTURAL or RACIAL idiosyncrasies (more aptly IDIOCY if you ask me). What's the big deal, right?  Well HIGHLY INSECURE MORONS, who LOVE to take themselves TOO SERIOUSLY would think otherwise.  And I think they would even fight to the death just to save their FACE, no matter how "UN-SAVABLE" it is BY NOW. Why am I being saddled by such STUPID burdens?  This is NOT even MY PROBLEM.

They all claim they WANT TO HELP, but I ALWAYS END UP IN THE DUMPS, over and over again, FOR 16 YEARS (and getting LONGER), and then effortlessly try to comfort me by applying CHEAP ANECDOTAL secretly ROMANTIC solutions to my HIGHLY abusive, public MOBBING and politically motivated HARASSMENT problems. For instance, I am required to lead a NORMAL life, have a normal job like everyone else, and go through normal channels, and JUST IGNORE the RAGING, highly ILLEGAL, deeply INSECURE, political subculture of UGLY MANIACS who have inexplicably surrounded me, and would all probably KILL me by now if they only got the chance. And all these because they ALL want to HIDE behind some MASK, and ACT like they're some GODDAM superhero, while MEDDLING with, and all the while INTENTIONALLY misinterpreting ALL my PERSONAL decisions to tailor to THEIR personal CONVENIENCE, and the SAFETY of THEIR business interests. Meanwhile, I am being literally DRAGGED and DROPPED around, and everywhere to pl...

Im not really sure how to say this but my life is just one WHOLE GODDAM CONSPIRACY master minded by IDIOTS. There's one who claims he's JAMES BOND but his weapons of choice are, INSTEAD OF EXPENSIVE GIZMOS or gadgets, UNEMPLOYED chauvinist bird brains, female victims of SINGLE PARENTING, and the overly ecstatic always trying to dizzyingly mislead SPLIT-GENDERS. Another claims he's BATMAN or Bruce Wayne, who's so goddam rich he CAN'T BE CAUGHT ALIVE BEING SEEN in public.  So he just spends most of his time HIDING in the shadows and fighting crime that ONLY EXISTS IN HIS HEAD. And of course, how can we forget SUPERMAN?  He seems to have a knack for using his XRAY VISION, but not to see through HYPOCRITES and TWO-FACED KISS-ASS DIPLOMATS, but rather to RELIEVE HIS SEXUAL APPETITE, which is the size of his EGO. There are still a great MANY HOST of superheroes whom I am just too BORED to mention here anymore, because they all just actually mean the same thing:  they...

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Never thought I would meet SUPER KID in my lifetime.  Imagine, being able to SEE THROUGH WALLS and even REACT to (or MOCK) my soliloquy.  This kid must be SHEER GENIUS, until you realize that the kid seems to be ACTING OUT ALL BY HIMSELF,  which is logically impossible unless he came from a psych ward. 2016-07-01-18_04_25 kid reacting to my self talk.ogg But we all know that couldn't be further from the truth. There's no SUPER HERO with SUPER POWERS.  There's only ADULT PEEPING TOMS and the MILITARY.  Needless to say, that thought almost SHOCKED THE HELL OUT OF ME 15 years ago. Now, it's ALL JUST PLAIN CHEAP PARLOUR TRICKS. Don't get me wrong.  I have a deep appreciation and respect for technology and the people who invented them for HONEST TO GOODNESS PURPOSES, and to help us live our lives LESS MISERABLY. But like ALWAYS, EVIL MANIACS and PSYCHOPATHS bloom like ALGAE and WEEDS in SEATS OF POWER.  And they think they are JUST BEING CUTE and FUN...

Just received an sms message on my phone about an hour ago and it was WARNING me of service disconnection if I dont pay my overdue balance immediately.  Surprisingly, and a bit disappointing, this was in lieu of a previous request I already made just 4 days ago to have this overdue amt investigated, where I was even given added assurance that my service will not get cut off. But just as soon as the sms message appeared, an ad on my website started to show a rival ISP's brand.  This ad appeared on my YouTube acct a few weeks ago when my internet connection was going BONKERS.  It's the same one that appeared just now (but smaller on Adsense).  This is the reason why I am on virtual network to stop seeing local ads that are seemingly TAILORED and TIMED to MOCK or give FAKE ADVICE by stating my MORE THAN OBVIOUS situation.  I have no idea how this particular ad was able to slip through. This type of INTERACTIVE MESSAGING that they PROUDLY call, which I am ...

It's already 12 midnight and the FAGS BELOW where Jabba the Whore's room is situated are just ITCHING with VENGEANCE after I re-posted the blog about them. I did so after I received a notification from a blog where I previously commented on, with a name (KZ) SIMILAR to the FAG who was AGGRESSIVELY HARASSING me and, as a Quality Analyst, was ACTIVELY SCREWING my JOB RATINGS when I was still working. (He was INSTANTLY PROMOTED soon afterwards.) And as PREDICTED, the FAGS with their HIGHLY INSECURE CONFUSED and UNSTABLE EMOTIONAL (not to mention MENTAL STATE) CAN'T RESIST RETALIATING, with their usual FAKE NON-CHALANT LOUD CACKLE, followed by the DICKHEADS' (whom they are PIMPING AROUND) singing the BIRTHDAY SONG. The birthday song, just to give you a backgrounder, has ALWAYS BEEN USED OR SUNG BY THESE NIGGERS as a CUE either BEFORE (as a WARNING THREAT of their IMPENDING HARASSMENT), OR AFTER (to PISS ME OFF FURTHER  after they have CARRIED OUT their EVIL SCHEMES). W...

Finally IT'S OUT! After almost TWO HOURS of struggling with the app, which has been RELENTLESSLY giving me a NETWORK SHARING ERROR, EVERY TIME I am about to SHARE A LINK to my posts (as my tablet's TOUCHKEYS  kept TYPING the WRONG LETTERS) I am now able to present to you the FULL COMPILATION of audio files (and pictures once I am able to organize them) after being HARASSED AGAIN the WHOLE DAY today.  (Just send me a request on G+ if you're interested to view the contents). Yes, you bet!  I've got RECORDINGS of almost EVERYTHING that transpired today including everything that I SAID ALOUD to the MORONS around me, who are still PRETENDING, UP TO NOW, that they're all just a FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, and that they are the INFALLIBLE HOLY GHOSTS (Satan forbid!). I would do my best to upload and share ALL the FILES for the WHOLE MONTH (and the others as well) once I am able to find my bearings after being RATTLED INCESSANTLY AGAIN this morning which lasted ...

The noise they create when a basketball game starts (FAKE or not) is so tremendous it sounds like there's a rally or demonstration going on.  The only difference is they sound like they're in a CHORUS-LINE. Their "ohs" and "ahs" are group synchronized, meaning they're SHOUTING together using the same words over and over again. In fact you would also start to wonder why they still play together when they're so PISSED OFF with each other, and also why they seem to be so RETARDEDLY LIMITED with their vocabulary. But even so the imoact could not have been as dramatic or so CONCENTRATEDLY NEAR unless they've positioned themselves at the parking space near or directly below our room. I could actually imagine them huddled together like the RABID human rats in "I Legend" while they belt out the SAME SNEERS, SCATHING ONE-LINERS and not-so catchy PUT-DOWN phrases over and over again. I really wonder how they could LIVE with THEMSELVES. Rela...

Shouting in the small basketball court was irritating enough, as our room is STRATEGICALLY situated to ABSORB ALL the sounds made in the parking area below, but they wanted more IMPACT it seemed.  So they also brought in SPEAKERS and an announcer who seemed to have had his broadcasting internship from the local carnival. So the noise level has risen to UNBEARABLE you'd think it's a WAR STRATEGY against a formidable enemy (oh I get it, it's me again). It's either the engineers who planned this place are TOTAL MORONS, or just trying to SAVE MONEY at the EXPENSE of the residents.  I believe, however, that if you're just smart enough to know the difference between what's necessary from what's superflous, then this PRETTY BASIC ACOUSTIC planning error should not have happened in the first place. So I guess it must be a head problem. At any rate, add that to the MALICIOUS INTENT TO HARASS and GANG UP on a person and you have the perfect environment FOR PARASIT...

"The practical philosophy group at my department has for many years been working on building a research environment focusing broadly on r..." A very worthy endeavour since responsibilty is in very short supply these days. Generally, the primary motto nowadays is CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, and INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY. This is actually the basic theme of these MORONS around here who belong to the Secret Squatter Service. The only aspects in life that they claim to be "responsible" for, however, is their stomach and their "loved ones".  So goes the general excuse, that they're just doing it for the sake of their families, hoping to get away with any accountability whatsoever, with SELFISHNESS as the underlying motive. Sad to say, PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY as dictated by CONSCIENCE or a SENSE OF SHAME, even without the presence of an authority figure, is now a THING OF THE PAST. Having said that, may I also add, URGENT PRACTICAL APPLICATION PLEAS...

Or better yet SEASON OF THE TURDS, has actually become quite boring over the years. 2016-07-23 16-48-39  the game of turds.aac The only reason I could think of as to why these BIRD BRAINS keep doing their NONSENSICAL GAME of TRASH TALK and INSULTS Is because of the payment (or favors) they receive in return. Still I really have NO IDEA why I have become the center of SUCH STUPIDITY (which these twirps even had the galls to BOAST that I OUGHT TO BE FLATTERED instead). It's quite obvious they're after something.  But it's definitely NOT ME.  They appear to be BARKING ORDERS and NAGGING me to do this and that.  The most recent INDIRECT ORDERS were to TAKE A BATH, DRINK WATER, USE THE TOILET, EAT, DON'T DO IT or just plain NO, OBEY, SUBMIT and, of couse, GO DOWNSTAIRS. Fifteen years ago, their ORDERS were BE TOUGH, NO PAIN NO GAIN, NO GUTS NO GLORY, DON'T CRY OUT LOUD (with the same song being played), DON'T ASK, JUST DO IT, GUESS, and the favorit...