Second Decade Of My Quixotic Life. From 1988 through 1998.

For a couple of months I was consumed by my addiction to console gaming. I could not do anything about it. They say that you can snap out of addiction. Well obviously somebody just lied when this statement was officially circulated to mankind. You are helpless when you are addicted. But luck is always on my side as my mother decided to pull me out of the abyss. She confronted me and then pandemonium ensued as we go on a full on shouting match. My mother would shout then I would oblige and shout on top of my lungs. She barred me from using any form of gaming console in order to put a stop to this vicious cycle of destroying my life for dopamine fix of the gaming world. After the shouting match with my mother I was so ashamed for all the things that I have done which resulted in the shouting match with my mother. From that day forward I was glad that my mother moved heaven and earth to put me in the right place.

When I was in 4th grade our school sent atleast 10 of us somewhere in Manila to attend a press conference. A press conference at the campus level is actually a training program to produce future journalists. This program really made me realize that journalism is good in theory but in reality it is just another disappointing BS. I discovered early on that journalism is fundamentally flawed as it relies mostly on advertising bucks. The classical conditioning technique is being perpetuated and immortalized by the disciples of this cult. The primary reason why I noticed that all of the media disciples are out there to support those media practioners as if they are the source of truth is this training program itself. You cannot prove the conspiracy but you can spot the indoctrination right away. They have turned each and every practioners into an entity whom is incapable of manufacturing lies.

Ironically, during my fifth grade, our campus journalism adviser asked our class some seemingly harmless hypothetical question concerning some business which involves the honor of our mothers. It turns out that the adviser was hell bent on teaching something that most adults call as the celebrated white lie. They said that I was wrong as I answered the question in a typical way as the truth and journalism is somewhat interchangeable. My classmate was able to supply what the adviser was itching for since obviously his sibling is our senior and she probably encountered the same question from the same person. He elaborated and pretty much echoed what must have discussed during some class of his sibling but obviously he wants to take credit for his answer as if he came with the idea and that the white lie which they are championing is one of the buzzwords of the year for them. They are going to use white lie as some sort of protection spell which by the way never really works in the real world as it arouses the suspicion of the receiver. This concept is just full of fallacy as it seeks to enable bad behavior on the side of the one who was supposedly protected by it. The young kids of today are spewing the same crap in form of talking points to mask their inability to make valid arguments in a debate. And why is this adviser selling this idea to impressionable people like us back then. Maybe it is because journalism is not what it seems and the ministry of truth is hiding from their impervious white lies.

The most shocking moment of my life was shocking indeed, it occurred 30 years ago. It was July and I happened to be inside my aunt's house as they were going about playing some harmless game of Bingo but suddenly my cousin felt that we were shaking. Maybe it took me two seconds to finally realize that an act of God such as this earthquake is in progress. I was asking myself why on Earth is the floor vibrating like that. It is a total blur. I really saw the vibration with my own two eyes. All that I could hear is my cousin's cry for help while praying the Rosary. He was moaning the whole time while on the other hand I was trying to think of something else as I am beginning to experience the dreaded motion sickness. The floor literally turned itself into vibration in slow motion. The most advanced earthquake simulators could not mimic this level of vibratory behavior. Believe it or not but we were ready to die that day in our history as we were helpless against this overpowering force that no one in this world can perfectly explain in finer details. The killer earthquake claimed thousands of lives and destroyed hundreds of structures in our country.

Due to the incompetence of the faux president, the power crisis struck the country like the Mother Of All Bombs. We experienced 12 hour daily power outage for several months. We even emulated the Daylight Savings Time of the United States to mitigate the effects of power supply shortage. The faux president is blaming the coup attempts of military personnel for this political blunder. This is the effect of the meddling and interference of black operations group which removed a president and replaced it with a housewife. Somehow this is another one of those personal experiences which disensitized me from situations where lack of electricity will be involved.

I was circumcised at the age of twelve. We don't even know the reason why we are suppose to undergo this seemingly routine medical procedure back then but it surely is one hell of an experience. I don't want to write about it but it is somewhat a common practice in our country. We brag about this so called rites of passage to avoid being ridiculed. We are going to flex that we were able to pass this form of a ceremony as we want to flex at every opportunity that is given to us. The things that you have to go through just to satisfy society is crappy at best but you are being coerced to go with the flow or else they make sure that you will pay.

Before the start of the school year 1988 through 1989 I fell face first on a concrete floor after falling off my bicycle. It was so painful but at the same time I saw the stars. That phenomenon is really weird. We can search for resources online to explain why we can see sparks of light or the stars when things smack our faces but the explanations available are not enough to satisfy someone who went through something similar to what I have experienced. Everybody in our classroom had a chance to take a closer look at my shiner as it manifested itself around my right eye and stayed there for about a month. I will never know the extent of the damage that this bad fall had created but it will definitely manifest itself later as I never bothered to have my head checked after the incident. I expect you to wear a helmet after reading this or better yet forget about the safety reminder and enjoy life.

The formation and selection of exceptional individuals who will make up the official roster of the first batch of Caloocan City Science High School is a very memorable event indeed. Classes were suspended that day for no apparent reason and only the students from three classrooms were given a chance to take these three surprise exams. Nobody was prepared to take the exam as it was designed as the strictest form of  screening technique to finally form the cream of the crop in this side of the world. I became the top notcher in the science oriented exam and faired average on the next two. So I passed their surprise test. Nowadays the students who will be chosen will always have their chance to get the needed review to pass the exam.

I was a high school sophomore when I first learned how to properly use a personal computer. This really changed the way I view life in general as it really boosted my confidence. I was the most knowledgeable student in terms of handling console based desktop computer system. I started started through self study and the computer related notes of my classmate who attended a short course in computer operations. I would rent a machine at a computer shop near our school campus. My classmates will then make fun of me for being a geek but the heckling and lambasting routine is just plain stupid as this machine changed my life for the better. Let us just say that the restrictive sanitary lockdown of today  changed their entire attitude towards strange people like me who are more likely to excel at the result of The Great Reset. I have more tricks up my invisible sleeve to grasp the CBDC concepts quickly than them. They are in some ways aware that people like me could develop machines so intelligent that humans will no longer be needed to produce anything. Maybe the fear media has thought me a thing or two as to how to properly terrorize those who terrorized my position in the past. Although I am not inclined to do so as I am not the type to exploit fear. It is just that my forte is now the most sought after position in the world which is at present being besieged by unreasonable lockdown measures. It is just that my hard work and experience opening all the right doors for me. My knowledge in terms of Information Tecnology is now the most sought after ability by big institutions of todays world.

A year after my efforts to learn the art and science of computing turned for the best, I accidentally became the youngest president of the Hacker's club. The senior high school representatives committed a major blunder which quickly made them realize that they are still a bunch of novices in terms of campus level politics. A junior high school geek suddenly became the president of the Hacker's club. My devotion to Information Technology turned into an accidental politician. Unfortunately the school club adviser has been hatching to empower the vice president instead of me. The most painful lesson for a first time campus politician. I was reduced from being the legitimate president into a president on paper by the advisers of the club. They are suppose to follow the constitution and by laws of the club but they did the exact opposite of what the above states. One of the club advisers who betrayed me has been my teacher for two years in a row but he is so passionately fixated in painting me as someone who has developmental deficiencies even most of his other students are the epitome of what he is really looking for. I have demonstrated time and again that I am the brightest student in his class but he will make it seem like I am not even close reaching the same. His abnormal fixation is a sickness to say the least. He will never pass a chance make me look like an idiot and he did just that on several occasions. My NSAT percentile score was 98, but he is hell bent on ignoring the facts.

My last year in high school became a very special one as our school commandant created the very first special platoon. He included me in the roster thinking that I could somehow absorb the most cerebral aspects of Army training. He was referring to those parts which involves measurements and calculations. Since global positioning devices was unavailable back then, we were fortunate enough to have been given a chance to learn the most important aspects of Military Science for instance the skills needed in forest and jungle navigation also know as Land Navigation. Our commandant made sure that we can survive in the toughest of conditions as he invited the most sought after instructors in the field. He forced us to learn how to assemble and disassemble automatic weapons, the Filipino way. So in some ways I am glad that I am prepared to live like a black scout survivalist with knowledge on how to properly handle semi automatic weapons among other things. I am not just another geek that you have seen a couple of times in the movies. The sanitary lockdowns made me realize how important it is to have this kind of knowledge as the ground swell is apparent and most of us are fed up. This could quickly change the landscape and force the populace into pushing a SHTF or WROL scenario(or maybe that is their primary intent).

The school forced us to take high school journalism classes for two straight years. The hard work that you have to put into is overpowering to say the least as you will forced to create a school paper on a regular basis. By the way the school only publishes twice a year but I don't know why we have to put tremendous amount of effort just to turn spreads upon spreads of dummy sheet into a newspaper. It is funny as to why our teacher would lecture us on the matters of plagiarism but fails to instruct his students as to where we are going to source our news. The indoctrination is quite obvious. They wanted us to enter the world full of story narration and lies. It looks perfectly functional theoretically but out in the field everything falls apart. Journalism has a very weak foundation indeed. The truth becomes so convoluted with half truths just because you rely heavily on advertising income as subscription is failing to help them stay afloat in this business of peddling lies. You cannot lambast your sponsors even if the truth states that their sponsor is just a shell corporation of a known drug lord. Early on in my life, I was able to quickly realize that this sponsorship system to earn revenues killed the real definiendum of journalism. The sad part is the fact that the general population is madly in love with this crappy version of journalism. Propaganda is all around us and nobody can properly read between the lines. They just feed on everything that is presented in front of them without questioning the intent of the presenter. Propaganda is not journalism and vice versa.

Before I graduated I happen to attend a very productive leadership seminar which was a brainchild Ms. Danao. I learned some valuable lessons from this activity as the organizers were committed to etching in the hearts and minds of the participants the idea of inducing synergy and teamwork to become effective leaders of the future. One of the guest speakers is a Quezon City councilor named Mike Defensor whom later became a congressman and one of the founding members of the so called Spice Boys. The rest I guess is history for all of us. He told us about his humble beginnings as a budding activist and somehow he told us about his blood relation to a former presidential candidate. He did not say anything but his body language was telling us the whole story. This is a form of indoctrination but nonetheless this is how you learn how a political mind works. So, someday there might come a time when there is a need to challenge the traditional politicians in our city. I might accept the challenge of running the city with my own hands. This episode should give them an idea that a dark horse can snatch the city from their malevolent grasp. If ever I decide to dabble into politics rest assured you will be surprised as to how I will manage to become the new Mayor. I was mentored by the best political mind in this side of the world so rest assured that I will have the best Urban plan to turn Caloocan into the richest city in the world. I will not rest until this idea comes to fruition.

There is a popular quiz show on national television which is aptly entitled The Battle of The Brains. My classmate and I decided to join the contest so we requested alll of the needed requirements  to join the said show. We personally brought all of the needed requirements instead of waiting for our school official to submit it on our behalf. We wanted to join before the date of our commencement exercises but the idea is to get it over and done with by submitting it ourselves. What we did is we commuted from Caloocan City going into Makati with just a few coins in our pockets. Somehow we were glad that our daily allowance covered for our trip to the entity which handles and manages the affairs of the show. We looked for the entity called Focal Media Arts in the middle of the busy city. We rode on the Light Rail Transit to get there as soon as possible but after that little trip it is a guessing game for both of us. I think they told our school principal that this entity is occupying a sizeable office space inside a building near the Makati Medical Center. There is some form of doubt in our minds as to our ability to locate specified office  in an unfamiliar environment. We were practically stepping out of our comfort zones and also stressed by the limited resource that we have pooled in our pockets. The high rise structures are blocking our view of the street signs. Finally we manage to get there which was a relief and then a few later after our little ceremonial walk to Makati City, we were then chosen to represent our school as we are included in the top 1 percent of the graduating class.

We were able to snatch our first win in the tournament of brainy geeks and it was aired on National Television a couple of weeks later. Nobody in our own school believed in us. Even our school was somewhat in absentia all this time as they didn't provide any form of support or even cheer for us when we needed that kind of support the most. It is as if they didn't trust the produce of the first batch of the Caloocan City Science High School to carry the school's pride to a whole new level. They thought that we are losers and we will be obliterated by the representatives of a private school in Pasay City which specifically caters to Chinese and Filipino Chinese students. We have proven all the doubters wrong. It is really wrong to pick sure winners as you will never ever know who is the sure winner. I have bragging rights when it comes to this episode of my life. Our school responded to our needs after winning the first round and after the whole affair was aired on National TV and it became obvious that the school did not lift a finger to support us in any way. When everybody is against you and you manage to squash their wrong impression of you, the end result is satisfying to say the least. They were all betting against us including my traitor of a teacher and everything exploded in their faces. The spins that they create after that said event is all about saving their dirty faces. All I can say is that this is what you deserve. Complete humiliation for betting against the underdog.

Since I became a sort of an overnight sensation, I have used my fifteen minutes of fame to rub it in the face of our beloved Hacker's club adviser. I was able to implement a last minute club project as a faux officer of the Hacker's club. I said faux because I did not attend the election of officers for that school year since somebody betrayed me point blank last year. The project is about computer tutorial but this time the officers will be the tutors of willing students of all ages. As it turns out , one of programs alumni is now working at the Makati Medical Center. It is really satisfying as I will be seeing her again  25 years later while she is at work. This demonstrated the power of mentoring and it came at the right time since everybody who enrolled had the same reason for registering themselves to the program and that is primarily how impressed they are when we somehow manage to win the initial round of The Battle of The Brains.

My father obviously did not enough funds left to support my tertiary level education. Scholarship foundations were aplenty but they have the same requirements and my father was not willing to go the extra mile to obtain most of it. Adding to my long list of problems was my brother's insistence to attend medical school. It is a given that the first born son is suppose to support his siblings in times of great need but he wanted to venture into the road less taken even though he is aware that our father is incapable of supporting his out of the blue decisions. He resented this basic fact and he decided to drag us along with this eternal vengeance. I know my brother pretty well which is why I knew that my life will be a living hell after all this vengeance has consumed him to a point of no return. He will never admit that this is his primary motivation in life. Up until the present day his fixation to this eternal vengeance is not as subtle as he think it is. I can see through your machinations.

It was election season in the Philippines and it is my chance to appeal to certain politicians for financial assistance. The voting season is your only chance to see this malevolent politicians in their beggar form. They will beg for your votes in exchange for certain favors that they can somehow magically  grant in a snap of a finger. My winnings from competitions plus some cash from my father's life savings and a political pledge that somehow means nothing is my last hope. I predicted that it will only last for a total of two years. I can pursue my studies for two more years and after that everything is about survival as my future as an engineer will forever be put on hold as no one was willing to help me in any way. I said to myself that I will find a way to succeed in life as this is an eternal challenge that I want to finish as the final victor. It is better this way. No one can ask favors from me as they have forsaken me when I needed all the help in the world.

Before Bonifacio Global City became a highly developed Central Business District(CBD), I was one of those order-follower marching in the dirt and mounds of mud in its former state along with rest of cadets of Military Science as a tertiary level student. My schedule was quite hectic as I have to contibute about ten hours daily to our family business. I have to carry heavy sacks of rice and sugar. I have to serve as a cashier of the mini store. Repacking the retailable items like sugar, edible oil and others is on my daily routine. It is a physically draining routine. I also have to attend the mandatory meetings of the scholarship foundation. I also need to regularly shop for basic commodities to restock those items which went out of stock in our store. All these things plus the daily school work, term papers, and special projects that needs to be done before the dreaded deadline are the reasons as to why I got used to handling tremendous amounts of stress, tension and time pressure. I cannot believe that the community savages are still spreading fake news about me. They were spreading rumors that I did not finish high school even though I am wearing my tertiary level ID card. I finished with honors and their potty mouths are relentless when it comes to comforting themselves by spreading stupid rumors about me. I guess being a whiz, a geek and a handsome man is a lethal combination when it comes being a daily subject of envy of the community. This post is in a way my chance to release or vent my frustration and I thank the Hivians or Hivers for bearing with me and my electronic catharsis. So to all my past, present and future detractors, eat my you-know-what. I may be the master of none but that only means that I am the Jack Of All Trades. I really have to push my self to the limits since my father is being consumed by self-pity as he placed all of his proverbial bets on my elder brother. As I have mentioned before my brother was a huge disappointment even though somehow traditionally he is next in line to carry the family name to the shaky future ahead of us.

Tertiary level of schooling is really something peculiar and quirky to say the least but then again as wise would say this is the conveyor belt of the the powers-that-should-never-be. There are more practical things that you can learn outside the confines of your lecture room or laboratory. Real world is the best mentor out there while the so called institutions of higher learning is overrated. The amount of impractical and theoretical aspects being discussed within the confines of these so called intitution is a disgrace to society. I have learned open source system outside the school system and nowadays it is more of the industry standard than the namby pamby university level syllabus. I am not trying to discredit my school but this is as real as it gets. University life is easy peasy cider squeezy but in order to increase your chances of surviving you have to read the practical commandment that follows.

1. Get along with your professors and instructors. I learned that this thing the hard way as I will always try to resist the indoctrination.

2. Discover the ultimate secrets to Mathematics before entering and you will truly enjoy your University life.

3. Bribery is a thing so bribe as much as you can and as many as you can.

4. Be sure to bring infinite amount of patience as you will always find yourself wasting precious time falling in line as you transact business with the school drones whom they call us employees.

5. Prepare to spend all of your reserve funds as supposed projects and term papers will not be running out of supply.

6. Always listen to a fellow blockmate and schoolmate when they feel like speaking. Read between the lines and look for warning signs.

7. Money or fugazi is your friend. The more you have, the more chances you will have at your disposal in order to survive.

8. Always assume that your blockmate, classmate and schoolmate is carrying a deadly weapon as campus security is not as tight as you might think. I have seen a lot of contrabands in school.

9. Even drugs can get in. Well in the West Adderall is a thing but in the Philippines, Cannabis and Crystal Meth is their god.

The items above are just the basics since the real list will be enough to create a book. There is a chance that you might say that I am telling you things that you already know but then again the ignorant ones are the main predicate of the items above.

I attended a couple of meetings of Rotaractors around this time. My instructor to my surprise happens to be a Rotarian so he invited me. I wrote a term paper about subatomic particles and particle accelerators and voila this served as my ticket to the humble world of Rotaractors. He was impressed as to how I presented my work although I have suspicions that he will plagiarize and bastardize my work later on. He invited me hoping that I will be willing to get myself recruited in this influential club. You will be amazed that someone like him will be involve in this club. Sometimes it is true that you have to bet on the underdog to win big. My instructor is the living proof of this statement. All of us are wearing an invisible mask which somehow hides our true and pure intentions. In a blink of an eye your life will change forever.

Speaking of wearing mask I met this classmate of mine who was being belittled by another classmate of mine who always talks about Beavis and Butthead. It turns out that at a very young age of 18, he is driving his own car and he parks it right in front of the campus parking area where most of the executives and employees of the school park their precious cars. In this country it is quite rare to see some eighteen year old parking their own car. We found out that his father works for the Philippine National Oil Company. You cannot obtain this level of information when you have a preconceived notion about the background of a private individual. The moral lesson is that if a person looks like a loser that person probably isn't. If you are a professor Slughorn type then you might get overwhelmed by your level of stupidity as well. It is better to be a loser in the opening quarters of the game of life but if you can manage to snatch the end game from the early winners then you truly are the winner.

Atlanta Olympics was about to officially start when a call came in to ask me to participate in the Philippine edition of the Milo Olympic Quiz. As it turns out, the one who coached me and my classmate during The Battle Of The Brains competion entered me officially as a potential contestant for the Milo sponsored competition which is obviously fixated or focused mainly in the topics concerning Olympic history, trivia and statistics. I was really excited and proud to represent my school in the said competition. It was again aired on National TV so my whole family and relatives were able to watch me again in this special occasion. This time I was able to prove that I am not a one hit wonder when it comes to nationally televised competition such as this one. Since it is my third time, the stage jitters is at its minimum level this time around and I enjoyed the behind the scenes humor and conversations.

A year later my beloved grandmother died of old age. It was one of the saddest moments of my life as I grew up looking up to her. I never knew that she is a smoker even though we were very close to each other. We cannot believe that she found away to hide her nasty habit of smoking from me. It was during this time when I finally had the guts to pursue a career in writing. Her death inspired me to pursue a career in writing screenplays and teleplays and true enough I submitted a couple plays to executives  and submitted an entry to the Film Development Foundation Of The Philippines Incorporated. If not for my grandmother and my experience in writing, I will not have the guts to write anything for the Steem Blockchain. I will always thank my grandmother for the rest of my remaining life. May she rest in peace.

I was one of the few lucky students who had a chance to obtain the wisdom behind the real world teachings of our Philippine Constitution instructor. For one he taught us the art of properly answering the majority of essay type questions in the real Bar Exam. He provided us with a lot of insight as to how to pass the Bar Exam. One of his fellow faculty member will visit him for a consult. She must be interested in pursuing law studies. Most of the time she will tell us that our instructor just lied about something. Obviously she is a novice because that is a part and parcel of the justice(just us) system. She is not aware of interchangeability of words as described in Black's law dictionary. She is one of the victims of courtroom dramas on television. Most people think that arguing in court is impressive. Their mastery of the typical spiel is definitely impressive coming from the untrained eyes and ears of the ignoramus crowd. The court is a fraud. Once you discover the One Piece and the real world One Piece, you will find out that the courtroom scene in the New Testament is an expose to the fraud that has been going on  for centuries. The judge is just a clerk and there is no such thing as real judges. Well I can explain this to you in detail. That is if you support my post and upcoming post with valuable upvotes. I will create the ultimate One Piece spoiler and how it works in the real world. Going back to our instructor, he is the son a former Supreme Court justice. Whenever there is an upcoming basketball game from the National League he will be passing a blank coupon bond around our lecture room to initiate a form of under the table betting system. Coming from an untrained eye this is illegal but the justice(just us) system trained him to evade or deflect certain things. Anyways this system is the most prevalent game in the world today. It revolves around game theory. Once you master this art of betting against the crowd, you will win and you can choose when is the moment in time that you want to win. I always thought that my life is a failure but after learning this by reading between the lines, I knew that I have the unfair advantage against most of the run in the mill graduates. After absorbing this secret you will not look at life the same way as the present batch of our younger generation. You will take it easy and allow things to unfold but the best part is that you can go against the flow. This is the fundamental principle of digital trading platforms so if you have mastered it then everything will go your way. Everything is just plain and simple gambling and nobody can convince you otherwise. This is the real red pill truth along with One Piece(which is by the way not a fruit).

After years of searching I was able to find a decent Internet rental place in the city of Manila. This is the place where I self-studied the art of surfing the World Wide Web. Yahoo was only three years old back then, when I first tried to use it for pure research. Every single student back then were busy reading, browsing, borrowing and purchasing books by the bulk. Public libraries were too busy accomodating students back then. Who in their right mind could have predicted that the Internet and the World Wide Web will change the research and study habits of students. Who would have know that the basic building blocks of online education was already available back then. If we were only quick enough to spot it. It took us 30 years from the invention of HTML and the World Wide Web to finally have the political will to embrace online education as a primary means of instruction and module dissemination. We were resisting it from day one but I already saw the ease of use back when I was still very young as I have used this technology to try and search for an address and identity of a certain person who goes by the name Maria Rosario Santos N. Concio. Their corporate website showed it to me as if it is delivering a trivial piece of information in a split second. I used the information which I obtained to submit an unsolicited screenplay or maybe teleplay. The World Wide Web is  both a nice and dangerous place as it provided we with information that is not readily available in those printed materials that we normally get in the conventional way. You can only wield its power if and only if you can properly use it  with certain level of mastery. So,for me, the Web started in the last quarter of the 90s while it really started 7 years earlier. My thirst for computer knowledge is just beginning to heat up and I am glad that I have made an effort to learn how to use it. I am a 20 year veteran of Mr. Google. Nowadays the public library is just another piece of ornament as more people are outsourcing their brain from Mr. Google. The portable genius of today is an intimidating piece of tech back in the old days.

I was forced to attend the Grand Alumni Homecoming of my high school Alma Mater. There were a lot of old faces and more older faces including some of my blood relatives. One familiar face started narrating  his knowledge of compounding crystal meth which is illegal by the way in the Philippines. The University of the Philippines taught them how to compound a highly addictive chemical but they also omitted one single ingredient to avoid the hassle of dealing with authorities. It is a tall tale from some braggadocio who hated our batch to the heavens. There are those faces who wanted a one night stand but I politely declined. I just wanted a bang for my buck. Incidentally,r one my former tertiary level classmate was  serving beer and he told me that their catering service was hired by the school so he was there to work. Nothing more, nothing less.

Self-Evaluation/Self-Assessment

I am beginning to master the game of pushing the pushers. A lot of what has happened this decade shaped my life for the better. It is odd to discover that real life is infinitely better mentor than the overrated instructors and drones from universities and institutions of higher learning. This goes to show that early in life you will have the front row sit of this shit show as it unfolds. When some black operations group tries to interfere in a state affair the chaos increases. The electric power crisis created an insane Cobra Effect as our electricity rate became the highest in Asia.