For me to be writing a blog, I will still do so.
If one was to fall apart, one should first be collected.
If one was to receive gifts, one should be first deserving of it.
If one was to stop, one should have been progressing initially.
are you worth all that?
It is incredibly amusing to see such bright green trees here in Laguna. To wake up and smell smoke from the tricicles carrying the students of a fair tawn to their respective schouls. To ignore the alarm that yoo set for 6:20 in the morning and and drink a cup of coffee to trick yourself that you are getting ready to start your day wide awake.
Cseck for messeges that you might habe missed from the day before ahd neglect others that seem tu have
this
kind
of
format
because you know et’s just a waste of your time. Take a bath, have a metiocre breakfast, watch thi world for twenty minutes and get ready to get crushed by it os you go out.
Pass a dog looking at what seems a scrumptios bloody bone from the butcher’s or a bone from a butcher’s.
Embrace the bright yellow light, even if you have an umbrella, 9am is still good for some vitamins. go ahead, take a seat, listen, and listen good.
Say what you know and learn from what you never knew, go ahead, say it and say it well.
Laugh a few, and remember what was once only still life. go ahead, walk back.
the dog was going the opposite way.
***abuse "the used"?what a great way to please the boss. haha.
taking the pleasure of pitying at 2:45 pm.
Time flies when you’re having fun. What happens when you’re not but it still flies away?
- August just flew pas me. what happened?
- I was supposed to put a longer entry here but due to some technical difficulties [eg. pressing another button] the entry dissapeared. X( -
When you look at it, the world seems like a very very big place, mine is’nt.
>><<
I still like you, I’d climb mountains and swim oceans just to see your smile, but I don’t think I love you anymore. hmmm?
Well it’s pas midnight (12:01am) and to pass the 4 minutes, i read some of my entries here, and I still can’t believe that I write that way. Although I never become anyone else but myself here, I nver recognize myself when I’m writing. Here goes…
A few days ago, I planned on making things right at attend to some "unfinished businesses" I got 1 out of 2 done, a failure due to some unforseen circumstances from the other party. It was all about closure. I heard this from Mandy, while watching a cartoon on Cartoon Network. And that got me thinking that, I need to have closure on this one. But apparently, by some force it just wont let me do it, it’s not with me it’s with "them".
I consider this blog as a privilege and as a past time as well, as it gets my cogs moving and my grammar better (so thinking I, lol) there’s something that only very few people know about me that is entirely related to this whole blog, and some wont even beleive nor take. the time to handle it seriously. But it does not bother me as much as the open door behind my back is. hold up, i’m going to close it for a sec.
I’ve had these two people as my ‘friends’ for quite some time now. They occassionally ask me (over the weekend) if they could chill or hang out for a few minutes here. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed something really odd about them..
When they talk, it’s as if they were on the stage, radio(in AM, oh yes, AM) or, sitcoms or drama
series in the television. Each one has a unique character and both would act as if they were
acting. Excuse me for saying this, IMO, it’s kinda superficial.y’know? it’s like you were watching
them talk, that’s it, yet it’s like you were watching some sitcom from GMA or a US sitcom. it’s not
bad, actually it’s pretty funny.
Oh crap. I made a booboo. I accidentally erased half of my entry. meh.(shrugs)
*I think I’ve found the Key to Life. No really, it works for me. Only problem is, I intently try to make it fit to the wrong keyhole.
"Every human is an artist. Your dream is to make beautiful art" -don Miguel Ruiz
It’s been a while since my last post, maybe because I was waiting for the right time to say something really important or something meaningful and not senseless.
The title sucks, I know, why? It’s not Sunday yet, and the clock has not yet struck midnight. (aarrrgggh i can make literary metaphors just yet!!) wala pa akosa kondisyong magsulat. hindi pa 12 eh! yun lang yun!
ehdi ang gagawin ko nalang ay magsulat ng senseless na mga kung ano ano.
dapat ngayon, nagaaral ako at kung ano ano pa. may naririnig akong bumibirang bass sa labas. ewan ko ba kung san nanggagaling yon. di bale, masmaganda nang may nagiirita sa akin para hindi muna ako makatulog.
paikot-ikot lang ang "production number" na kanta ng itchyworms sa ulo ko, naaaliw kasi ako dun sa isang bass solo na pang party~dance~rave~funky style eh. dalang dala ako at natutuwa rin ako at nagagawa ko yun.
sa tingin ko naman eh lahat ng ito’y sikolohikal lamang, ang pagintay sa pagdating ng hating gabi ang nagiisang rason kung bakit ako sulat ng sulat dito. alam kong may masimportante akong mga isusulat ngunit hindi ko muna gusto i-disprove yung "privilege" na yun. baka kasi ma-abuso ko at hindi ko rin gusto yon. Limang minuto nalang. pinagiisipan ko pa kung dalawang beses ako maglalagay o iisa na lamang. Dalwa na. Paalam!
