Letter from a Whore? No.. Something More...

Well, this is quite long and it is in Filipino...

Hope you'll read it. It's not nonsense... you'll find out what the letter really means in the end.


Minsan may isang puta
Author : Mike Portes

Tingin ng mga bobong kapitbahay ko puta daw ako. Nagpapagamit, binabayaran. Sabi nila ako daw ang pinakamaganda at pinakasikat sa aming lugar noon. Ang bango-bango ko daw, sariwa at makinis. Di ko nga alam kung sumpa ito, dahil dito naletse ang kinabukasan ko.

Tara makinig ka muna sa kwento ko, yosi muna tayo.

Alam mo, maraming lumapit sa akin, nagkagusto, naakit. Ang hirap pag lahat sa iyo virgin eh. Tinanggap ko naman silang tao, bakit kaya nila ako ginago? Masakit alalahanin, iniisip ko na lang na kase di sila taga rito, siguro talagang ganoon. Tatlong malilibog na foreigners ang namyesta sa katawan ko, na-rape daw ako. Sa tatlong beses akong nagahasa, ang pinakahuli ang di ko makakalimutan. Parang maski di ko ginusto ang mga nangyari, hinahanap-hanap ko siya. Tinulungan nya kasi akong makalimutan yung mga sadistang Hapon. Kase, ibang-iba ang hagod
niya. Umiikot ang mundo ko sa tuwing ginagamit niya ako. Ibang klase siya mag-sorry, lalo pa at kinupkop niya ako at ang mga naging anak ko. Parating ang dami naming regalo - may chocolates, yosi, ano ka! May datung pa! Nakakabaliw siya, alam kong ginagamit nya lang ako pero pagamit naman ako nang pagamit. Sa kanya namin natutunan mag-inggles, di lang magsulat ha! Magbasa pa! Hanggang ngayon, sa tuwing mabigat ang problema ko, siya ang tinatakbuhan ko. 'Yun nga lang, lahat ng bagay may kapalit. Nung kinasama ko siya, guminhawa
buhay namin. Sosyal na sosyal kami. Ewan ko nga ba, akala ko napapamahal na ako sa kanya. Akala ko tuloy-tuloy na kaligayahan namin, yun pala unti-unti niya akong pinapatay. P*** ng I**! Sa dami ng lason na sinaksak niya sa katawan ko, muntik na akong malaspag. Ang daming
nagsabi na ang tanga tanga ko. Patalsikin ko na daw. Sa tulong ng mga anak ko, napalayas ko ang animal pero ang hirap magsimula. Masyado na kaming nasanay sa sarap ng buhay na naranasan namin sa kanya. Lubog na lubog pa kami sa utang, kulang ata pati kaluluwa namin para ibayad sa mga inutang namin. Sinikap naming lahat maging maganda ang buhay namin. Ayun, mga nasa
Japan, Hong Kong, Saudi ang mga anak ko. Yung iba nag-US, Europe. 'Yung iba ayaw umalis sa akin. Halos lahat, wala naman silbi, masaya daw sa piling ko, maski amoy usok ako.

Sa dami ng mga anak ko na nagsisikap na tulungan ang kalagayan namin, siya din ang dami ng mga anak ko na namamantala sa kabuhayan at kayaman na itinatabi ko para sa punyetang kinabukasan naming lahat. Dumating ang panahon na di na kami halos makaahon sa hirap ng buhay. Napakahirap dahil nasanay na kami sa ginhawa at sarap. Ang di ko inaakala ay mismong mga anak ko, ang tuluyang sisira sa akin. Napakasakit tanggapin na malinlang. Akala ko ay makakakita ako ng magiging kasama sa buhay sa mga ahas na ipinakilala ng mga anak ko. Hindi pala. Ang tanga ko talaga. Binugaw ako ng sarili kong mga anak kapalit ng kwarta at pansamantalang ginhawa na nais nilang matamasa. Wala na akong nagawa dahil sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa aking mga anak. Wala akong ibang yaman kundi ganda ko. Pinagamit ko na lang ng pinagamit ang sarili ko, basta maginhawa lang ang mga anak ko. Usap-usapan ako ng mga kapitbahay ko. May nanghihinayang, namumuhi at naaawa. Puta na kase ang isang magandang tulad ko.

Alam mo, gusto ko na sanang tumigil sa pagpuputa kaso ang laki talaga ng letseng utang ko eh. Palaki pa ng palaki. Kulang na kulang. Paano na lang ang mga anak ko naiwan sa aking punyetang puder? Baka di na ako balikan o bisitahin ng mga nag-abroad kong mga anak. Hindi na importante kung laspagin man ang ganda ko, madama ko lang ang pagmamahal ng mga anak ko. Malaman nila na gagawin ko ang lahat para sa kanila. Sa tuwing titingin ako sa salamin, alam ko maganda pa rin ako. Meron pa din ang bilib sa akin. Napapag usapan pa din. Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mukha ko sa salamin, nakikita ko ang mga anak ko. Tutulo na lang ang mga luha ko ng di ko namamalayan. Ang gagaling nga ng mga anak ko, namamayagpag kahit saan sila pumunta. Mahusay sa kahit anong gawin. Tama man o mali. Proud ako sa kanila. Kaso sila, kabaligtaran ang nararamdaman para sa akin. Sa dami ng mga anak ko, iilan lang ang may malasakit sa akin. May malasakit man, nahihilaw. Ni di nga ako kinikilalang ina. Halos lahat sila galit sa isa't isa. Walang gusto magtulungan, naghihilahan pa. Ang dami ko ng pasakit na tiniis pero walang sasakit pa nung sarili kong mga anak ang nagbugaw sa akin. Kinapital ang laspag na ganda ko. Masyado silang nasanay sa sarap ng buhay. Minsan sa pagtingin ko sa salamin, ni hindi ko na nga kilala sarili ko.

Dadating na naman ang pasko, sana maalala naman ako ng mga anak ko. Isang buwan pa, magbabagong taon na. Natatakot ako sa taong darating. Ngayon pa lang usap usapan na ang susunod na pagbubugaw ng ilan sa mga anak ko. Sana may magtanggol naman sa akin, ipaglaban naman nila ako.

Gusto kong isigaw:


"INA NINYO AKO! MAHALIN NYO NAMAN AKO!"


Sige, dumadrama na ako. Masisira na ang make up ko nito eh. Salamat ha, pinakinggan mo ako.

Ay sorry, di ko nasabi pangalan ko.




Pilipinas nga pala.

Christmas Vacation

This sucks!!!

Yeah I am "quite" enjoying this Vacation but... teachers gave us a lot of tortures to do... DAMMIT!!!

What a Meaningful Gift

Wohoo!!! Dammit!!! Yey!!! Shit!!! Wow!!! Crap!!! I don't know how I should feel right now. Seriously.

This afternoon, I just got my first ever VIOLATION REPORT in school.

After being a student with clean records for 12 years, not to mention being an honor student, I finally got my first ever offense... and it's not just an ordinary student's deportment report -- but a violation report. It's like having three SDRs.

Oh the heck! I thought I was given this because I'm a part of a sorority; I cut class; I forged our principal's signature at the back of my notebook; I drank brandy; or something else that I might have done and was a really wrong thing to do. But then, I was given the stupid report for a not-so-reasonable explanation. It was written in the "others: __________" portion -- stated as, did not comply with school policy regarding the report card.

What the hell?! Was it my fault that no one from my side was able to attend the parents' meeting last week and get my report card? HELL NO!!! and besides, I even had a letter signed by my mother that no one will be able to attend the said meeting.

This sucks, there are a lot of grounds for violation that almost all of the students in our school are guilty of... but then, I had mine in the "others" category. Dammit!!! This is just so unfair!

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Here are the possible offenses:
  • dishonesty, cheating, theft
  • smoking, possession and/or consumption of alcoholic beverages
  • use of profane or indecent language
  • possession/distribution of indecent material
  • gross disrespect, discourtesy to school authority personnel
  • insubordination/defiance or abusive behavior towards school authorities
  • consistent disruption of lesson through inappropriate noise, excessive movement or disrespectful behavior
  • possession/use/sale (whether on or off campus) of dangerous drugs
  • refusal to cooperate with disciplinary sanctions
  • injuring the school's name and reputation through reprehensible public acts on or off campus
  • cutting class(es)
  • truancy
  • unauthorized departure from campus
  • forgery of ___ signature
  • threatening, intimidation, provoking fights, coercion
  • quarelling, fights, inflicting injury, assault
  • vandalism/destruction of school other property affiliation with any organization whose objectives and activity counter to school policies
  • possession or/use/sale of deadly weapons/firecrackers
  • violation in library rules
  • fraternity membership/involvement in hazing
  • consistent violation of school policies and regulation
  • violation of computer and internet surfing rules
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Almost every student in school have violated one of these things. ARGGHHH!!!

Rumor on Rizal

I just found this in our gothic forum... it was from Rhoniel and it is quite interesting though only Rizal himself seems to know if it's true..:

An article from the Philippine Daily Inquirer records some Philippine urban legends: the "White Lady" of Balete Drive, Robina Gokongwei's "snake twin" lurking in department store dressing rooms, the elusive "kapre" that lives in an ancient mango tree near the Emilio Aguinaldo house in Kawit town, and Andres Bonifacio's love child from a place aptly named Libog (now Santo Domingo) in Albay province. None of those mean much to me. But most of the article is devoted to discussing two other Philippine legends that are of more general interest. The first one is that Jose Rizal, the national hero of the Philippines, "was the father of Adolf Hitler, the result of an indiscretion with a prostitute in Vienna." The second one is that Jose Rizal was also Jack the Ripper:
Rizal was in London from May 1888 to January 1889, in the British Library copying "Sucesos de las islas Filipinas" by hand because there were no photocopying machines at the time. Jack the Ripper was active around this time, and since we do not know what Rizal did at night or on the days he was not in the library, some people would like to believe Rizal is suspect. They argue that when Rizal left London, the Ripper murders stopped. They say that Jack the Ripper must have had some medical training, based on the way his victims were mutilated. Rizal, of course, was a doctor. Jack the Ripper liked women, and so did our own Rizal. And -- this is so obvious that many overlooked it -- Jose Rizal's initials match those of Jack the Ripper!

Paskong Himig Finals

The finals for the Paskong Himig, Senior's category, was held last night at the Pasig City Convention Center... It started at about 6pm and ended at about 10pm. Our school was in charge, well.. not all, but yeah.. in charge for the said activity (emcees, doxology, national anthem, intermission numbers, ushers and usherettes, etc..).

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The Dancers





haha... we looked like preps...

I'm not preppy... but I look cute (?). HAHA!!!




Bonifacio Day ?

In celebration of Bonifacio Day (Andres Bonifacio -- a Filipino hero), some people exploit the holiday to have such rallies..

On the way to Quiapo Church, I just found people having a rally ('coz they don't want Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo to be the President anymore..) in front of the Malacañang Palace (Philippines)

Of course, these people have their reasons, and these are too many to tell.







Roaming Around

My friends and I got bored in school. Since we were having the regional science fair, and there were no formal classes, we decided to roam around rainforest park -- our school's location.








Paskong Himig Elimination Round

Woah... I never thought that this day would be fun. We were at the Paskong Himig blah3x at the Convention Center to perform a dance.. Oh well, a lot of things happened but to sum everything up, I'd say it was really fun.

Here are some pictures I captured a while ago:


Breakfast with friends -- In school




Watching Unang Hirit in the Physics Laboratory



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Hairstyle!





I haven't fixed my hair at the sides yet...




Some Pictures with my Friends at the Convention Center






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Huhu... contestants number 2 and 24 at the solo category; I want your clothes! hehehe






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Bad Mom
ents:

There was a gay in front of me.. quite, disturbing.. hehe...



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Your Gothic girl became Goldilocks at the end of the day... LOL



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We really did a lot of things today... But I only have some pictures... hmmm.. btw, I feel lazy to type the stuff that happened. That's why...

Robots Take Over Marikina -- A Review

Hmm.. Marikina City is just near from my place. I might want to go there and check it out but I have no time... I'm always busy. *Sigh*

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Here's the article:

Robots take over Marikina, but only for Christmas

By Kristine L. Alave
Inquirer
Last updated 10:02pm (Mla time) 11/17/2007



MANILA, Philippines--ROBOTS HAVE INVADED Marikina City.

But residents need not be alarmed because the silver-gray steel figures which can be found in the streets and in public parks are not out to take over the city.

Instead, they are there to spread Christmas cheer and to remind Marikina denizens of how far the city has come in the past years.

Every year, the city government comes up with a theme for the holiday decorations it puts up all over the city.

This year’s theme is “Transformers,” based on the movie of the same title about a gang of robots.

Weird-looking, multi-limbed creatures are not exactly a traditional décor for the holidays but Ronald Ramido of the Marikina public information office said the theme is of particular significance to the city.

According to Ramido, the activity is a tribute to the local officials—past and present—who helped transform Marikina into what it is today, a competitive city from a once backyard municipality.

Among these officials are the incumbent Mayor Marides Fernando, her husband, former mayor and now Metropolitan Manila Development Chair Bayani Fernando and Vice Mayor Marion Andres.

So far, the robots have been a hit among residents. In front of the city hall where several are on display, parents take photos of their children with the robots in the background. Some of the kids gleefully run around the “creatures.”

Nestor Nierva, the officer in charge of the city’s steel fabrication department which was in charge of building the robots, said some of their creations were patterned after those in popular television shows, although most of the pieces were designed by the welders themselves.

“At first, I would scrutinize their work. But later on, the workers became very good at it,” he said. “The welding hurts the eyes, but it’s worth it because we get to use our imagination, to be creative,” he added.

The official said they got their ideas from anime shows like “Gundam” and “Voltes V.” The Gundam-inspired robot, he said, was one of the biggest and popular pieces they made.

Dave David, an employee at the warehouse, said they also visited art websites on the Internet to get an idea of how to construct sculptural pieces from scrap metal.

While other cities shelled out money for fancy decorations and expensive Tivoli lights to adorn their streets and public spaces, Marikina City decided to recycle some of its resources in line with its image as an environment-friendly city.

Before the project started, the city government’s automotive warehouse in Barangay Sto. Niño was bursting with rusty scraps and defective metal parts from machines and vehicles, David said.

Since the workers at the engineering department started to assemble the robots last month, the floor-to-ceiling racks in the warehouse which used to be full of scrap metal have been almost cleaned out, he added.

According to Nierva, they were told to make about 100 steel robots for the Christmas festival. But since the metal parts have almost run out, he said they might end up with just 50.

The robots vary in size and shape. The tallest they have made so far is 10 feet while the smallest is only a foot tall. Almost all of their creations are made from discarded metal and plastic parts which are later painted in metallic gray.

The “Carabot” robot, a futuristic carabao installed on a dais in front of the city hall, was made from discarded car and motorcycle parts. It signifies the hardworking and diligent character of Marikina City residents, the PIO said.

Another popular piece has Spiderman for its inspiration: An android hanging from a web in a tree. Another “creature” still being assembled in the warehouse has curved metal tubes for limbs and a metal ball for its head.

After the holidays, the robots will be collected and transferred to the city parks and greenbelts for the public’s enjoyment, Nierva said.

Apart from the nontraditional Christmas décor, the city government of Marikina is also celebrating the season by opening a tiangge (flea market).

According to the PIO, the city is hosting a market of 700 stalls next week that would be open from 4 p.m. until midnight to give residents a chance to shop for good buys during the holidays.

Source: The Philippine Daily Inquirer

Small Things Can Make a Big Difference

Regarding my last post, I also posted it in our Gothic Group (specifically, in Gotik Wave Treffen)... I never thought that the other Goths would pay attention to my posts.. and now, they are helping these poor people...

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Here are some of the replies I got from different people:
>how sad Sad ... i've seen this in TV... they are from Africa right?...


very, very sad.....!

bless them...... Smile

> yea very sad...
i make my little brother see this pics bec. sometimes he kept on complaining bout food..
So, i think it made him feel guilty..

But if you will compare this to those rich people who only think about money and when you see their dinning table w/ a lots of food, damn,
now i think they suck big time..

> Okay i feel guilty abit, cus i sometimes do complain about food. These people have died due to severe starvation.. what have i done? T.T

>hOw sAd... Sad Sad Sad


>ohhhhh crap. Ive learned my lesson..not to complain and nag my mom about food.=_=



i just wanna close my eyes.. >.<
these pickus hurt me

> Sad to see how lack from certain necessities can affect someone so bad


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Embarassed i feel really guilty not bcoz i'm always had a quarrel bout my food but i'm always had nice food n been treated nicely... Embarassed


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amusing...(...)
~ Umm?Amusing in wat way??...well i used to complain about my food but now i lessen it...im learning how to appreciate what u are given..


>they look like aliens..poor things...

Crying or Very Sad Crying or Very Sad Crying or Very Sad Crying or Very Sad

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If only I can change the world... Sad

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It gave me something to stare at(and think for)...amusing...somewhat reminds me of the animals we really are but we somehow forgot.


***Note that the replies here were not edited by me (just the font size and SOME of the colors -- to make them visible to my page).. these are the exact things that they uttered (w/c would include some of the typo errors -- of course, these typo errors are sometimes inevitable.) -Phantasm***

Just then, when I viewed our group discussion (forum)... I saw a new post that supported my former post:

thhis is related to phantasm's post..theres something we can do... i have read the newspaper this morning and theyve featured this site.....
http://www.freerice.com/index.php

its a vocabulary test at and each correct answers is equals to 10 grains of rice to the U>N..the sponsore are the one who will donate in each correct answers you make.... to help end the hunger around the world....

***Note that the replies here were not edited by me (just the font size and SOME of the colors -- to make them visible to my page).. these are the exact things that they uttered (w/c would include some of the typo errors -- of course, these typo errors are sometimes inevitable.) -Phantasm***

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Wow, I could not believe that a single post would do such a thing... To those who have appreciated it, and cooperated in helping them, thank you so much!

I hope more people would help... =)


Wretched

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Britain's Most Stupid Laws-- A Review

My classmate and I were reading a newspaper in school this morning as well as preparing for our debate on Monday. As we were reading, my classmate showed an article to me that seemed interesting (?). We even shared it to our adviser and our adviser reacted almost the same way as we did...

P.S. I really agree with the title. haha...

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Die and you’ll be arrested! Britain’s most stupid laws
Agence France-Presse

LONDON -- Queen Elizabeth II’s speech before Parliament on Tuesday may have been routine but at least nobody got bored to death. That would have been against the law.

Dying in Parliament is an offense and is also by far the most absurd law in Britain, according to a survey of nearly 4,000 people by a television channel showing a legal drama series.

And although the lords were clad in their red and white ermine cloaks and ambassadors from around the world were garbed in colorful national costumes, at least nobody turned up in a suit of armor. That would have been illegal.

Other rules deemed utterly stupid included one that permits a pregnant woman to urinate in a policeman’s hat and murdering bow-and-arrow-carrying Scotsmen within the city walls of York in northern England.

A law stating that in Liverpool, only a clerk in a tropical fish store is allowed to be publicly topless, was also ridiculous, according to a poll of 3,931 people for UKTV Gold television.

Nearly half of those surveyed admitted to breaking the ban on eating mince pies on Christmas Day, which dates back to the 17th century and was originally designed to outlaw gluttony during the rule of the Puritan ruler Oliver Cromwell.

The “stupid” laws and other regulations were culled from published research into ancient legislation that has never been repealed although subsequent statutes have rendered them obsolete.

Respondents were given a short list and asked to vote. Voted the 10 most ridiculous British laws are:

1. It is illegal to die in the Houses of Parliament (27 percent).

2. It is an act of treason to place a postage stamp bearing the British monarch upside-down (7 percent).

3. In Liverpool, it is illegal for a woman to be topless except as a clerk in a tropical fish store (6 percent).

4. Mince pies cannot be eaten on Christmas Day (5 percent).

5. In Scotland, if someone knocks on your door and requires the use of your toilet, you must let them enter (4 percent).

6. A pregnant woman can legally relieve herself anywhere she wants, including in a policeman’s helmet (4 percent).

7. The head of any dead whale found on the British coast automatically becomes the property of the king, and the tail of the queen (3.5 percent).

8. It is illegal to avoid telling the taxman anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing (3 percent).

9. It is illegal to enter the Houses of Parliament in a suit of armor (3 percent).

10. In the city of York, it is legal to murder a Scotsman within the ancient city walls, but only if he is carrying a bow and arrow (2 percent).


Source: The Philippine Daily Inquirer

Fiery

Time came and we couldn't grasp, but all had its turn to change its mind. It's hard making decisions upon things that's hard to decide on. It's hard to accept when things are unacceptable...
It's crucial and deadly, life is full of ironies and traps.

Hmmm...? What the hell am I saying anyway?

It's lunch break and I'm in the lab at school, I can't think of something very productive lately. My focus is drawn to something else. We really never know when things come then suddenly take away something from us, it's a rapist by surprise who takes virginity gone forever.
Worst it's a seed that grows to a very humongous tree of regrets and pain...

Damn... I can't really think of something good to tell, I can't stop my hands from typing such things...
I don't know if what I'm typing here is what I want to express...

I'm already happy by how things go their way, but there are still things we can't avoid, as my girlfriend always say, "inevitable."

I'm kinda tense or disturbed, my hands are cold, I'm shaking, I'm quite catching my breath, and my chest pounds hasty...

And now there's a huge bulldog beside me here in the lab, using a unit...

Hmmm....?

At this instance, I'm thinking how to overcome and prepare for the more "inevitable" that would likely bombard again...

Well, I'm distracted by the huge bulldog beside me. Sheesh, I can't think of what to type now...
And the bulldog is typing something on his blog, too... I wonder, I wonder...

I'm out of myself, no, well... uhmm...

I'll just continue next time when there's more time... Lunch break is over...

Depression

I'm done with some of my assignments and now I don't feel like doing some more.

*Sigh* I have been feeling so depressed since yesterday. I feel so lonely, so sad, so alone, so dumb, so stupid, so... pathetic. I despise myself right now...

In school, there is at least one subject wherein I would feel sleepy. But now, I didn't even felt bored nor sleepy in class. All I felt was... hmm... dunno. I felt so empty.

One of my classmates even noticed that I wasn't myself today. He asked me why do I look so sad and am I okay? I just answered, "I'm fine. I'm just bored." Today I forced myself to smile in front of everyone I knew in school and act like I am fine and happy. I did my best to try to laugh in class with my seatmate, to have fun with my friends, and to keep my feelings (sad) from my boyfriend (I'm sorry...).

I really feel so bad and I can't even type my reasons here. Though I know that deep inside me, I know the reason why I'm like this right now.

*Sigh* Now I'm here in my room, and still haven't spoken a word since I arrived home.

Goths

So okay, most probably, this is going to be a long post... (yet, I feel a bit lazy to do this, but I think I have to..) ... most people these days, still can't understand what a goth is. Why? Because there are so many answers... Why are there so many answers? Because, there is the Goth (which is a member of the Germanic Tribe), and there is the gothic subculture, Goth (a boardgame), Goth (which is an ancient Teutonic race), Gothic art and architecture, and more that I guess, I haven't mentioned.

So, let's begin with stuff that I found in the web that may help you understand what the word means (of course, I'll be putting here stuff that I think, are the most accurate answers)[let's focus on the gothic subculture.](p.s. I'll just comment on some parts -- enclosed in *...*):

What is Goth?

This is probably the hardest question any goth could try and answer, one may as well ask 'what is society?' as it has so many facets it defies any definitive explanation.

Goth in its simplest form, is a subculture. A group of people who feel comfortable within each others company. There is no specific thing that defines what you need to do or be to fit into the goth scene (except of course the implied black clothing). People in the goth scene all have different musical tastes, follow different religions, have different occupations, hobbies, and fashion sense. -Goth.net
*Uhuh... but about the 'implied black clothing," though this is applied to Goths, that doesn't mean that you should always wear black. Then there is the "different musical tastes"; don't think that one likes metal, then one is into R&B (wtf? that isn't gothic.) Let's say a goth is into metal, and the other is into industrial, and another is into gothic (genre)*

The gothic stereotype

Many stereotypes of goths exist these days. It seems everyone has their own way to define 'what is goth'. From the stereotypes based on clothing to music right up to the stereotypes of all goths being satanists or part of some kind of cult. Categorically, all of these are false.

The goth scene is just as widely varied as society in general. There are many different professions represented in the scene, from highly skilled professionals like doctors and lawyers, to tradesman, to technically minded people to clerical workers. Many different musical ta stes exist (and not all of them goth, there is a HUGE 80's following in the goth scene for some reason). The fashion varies vastly from goth to goth from the traditional flowing victorian style garments to the buckled and studded style regalia (also called industrial style, which is often closely related with goths, and have come to an understanding of co-existance, if uneasily at times). -Goth.net

* Yeah... there are a lot of gothic stereotypes these days...*
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But they think weird!

Ah, but this is the beauty of goths. Most subjects that are taboo in 'normal' society are freely discussed and debated about. Death, religion, magick, mysticism, and many other topics that are only roached carefully outside of the gothic community. Most goths have realised that fear is only a reaction instilled in us by dogmatic propaganda, and once you realise there is nothing to fear from the topic, whats to stop you discussing it?

Goths often revel in the fear given to them by society as a whole. Often the behavior exhibited by society to them based on society's perception of them from stereotypes, rumour, etc are a constant source of entertainment. Of course, most of the rumours are totally unfounded, goths are people like everyone else, however when you already have a reputation, going for the shock factor is often far too tempting to see how much society at large is willing to believe (or deduce) with only a little encouragement.

This does not totally fall away once you get inside the scene unfortunately, and goths are all too often tempted to try for the shock factor within the scene (which turns out more tacky than shocking). Goths when you get down to it can be a rather pretentious bunch, trying for those extra 'goth points' on the gothier than thou scale, but it adds to the enjoyment. -Goth.net

*Yeah... that's the nice thing about goths. Goths are really nice and normal once you get to know them. It's just that, other people spread rumors about them that makes them have a bad reputation. Anyway, what's wrong with discussing death, religion, etc..?*

History of Goth

Modern goth (ignoring where the name itself originally comes from) started in the early 80's as part of the punk subculture (which is itself was a rejection of most societal values, and anything considered part of the 'norm'). The phrase was coined by the band manager of Joy Division, Anthony H. Wilson, who described the band as 'Gothic compared with the pop mainstream'. The term stuck, and as punk eventually died, Goth survived and became its own subculture. The punk clothing and hairstyles mellowed, and the core 'rejection of society' attitude alone lived on in the gothic subculture. Over time this itself has been modified to be more of a 'no more blind acceptance of society's values' as opposed to rejection because it was there to be rejected (and because you could get away with it!).

Movies such as The Crow, and bands such as the Bauhaus helped establish the gothic image as dark, depressing, and even evil. As more and more 'dark' movies came out, numbers in the gothic subculture expanded, and there is now a gothic community in almost every major city around the world, and quite a number of towns have their own representative contingent. Nowdays there are more goth bands around than ever, and it has turned from an 80's phenomenon into a 90's way of life for many people. Unlike the punk subculture that it spawned from, there even exists a class of mature goths, still following the scene around even past their 20's and into their 30's and beyond. -Goth.net

*Okay, that's all for now... I'll just update this if I have more time.*





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