Tuesday, January 24, 2012

BEACH-y Monday.

This will be the shortest blog just because I'm proud to be in this country and i just want to brag.

It is indeed quite FUN here in the Philippines.

The BEST Monday of January ever !!!


Sunday, January 8, 2012

A Spoil For Me.


Boredom shook me up to find sense after drumming out a few ideas in my mind as I go on with my usual business of studying my flashcards. Seriously, I get that most of the time I have the feeling of quite the inspiration to finish an entire chapter but I always end up havin’ to read the phrases for awhile before actually lazing out on the subject.

And so, I took off with what I’ve read about and just plainly watched a movie as I enjoy a few cold chocolate bars!!! Some sugar rush… later on I passed out and slept for an hour or two just because of that glutton thing I just did.

I get too absorbed of the pressure that I should pass the exams and just by experiencing all these stress free indulgence, I’d think I should really put my head to it and do something about my lazing out side of me.



Still, it’s a fact that sometimes when boredom get its way… prepare some bad habits turn to good spoilers.

That Midnight Outburst.


3 glass full of cola at dinner placed me up and doing about half past 12 midnight.

Things are just a whirlwind of thought, pent up emotions and misunderstanding.

 In just 1 week of havin’ the New Year I get to have so much drama suddenly or so happening beyond my own comprehension. Seriously, doing about all these ridiculous and if not gullible events I may have even place myself and so off the record of being totally in crisis. I need effin’ help and it isn’t coming until I ask for it which I have yet nothing came or if did, bloody where on earth should it be??!

I lost a friend, created so much silly nonsense out of my life, made it out a bad relationship, ended up acting sore and impulsive and now, anything that goes nearer to me gets the hang that I am not the type to be dealt with. Seeing me nothing but a fake, questionable brat unable to think clearly for whatever sensibility he has for his too good to be true kind of life.

Stuck over some incredulous thinking I can fix myself by pulling away from all social networks I’ve been and just now putting all the pride and guilt feeling I can have for myself checking them back anyways.

Seclusion, punishing myself this way is not even good. I thought so. And I may be right with it too.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Love, A Nonsense Definition.


What greater fear it is to love than to live. A lot of man died for this. A lot lost their sanity but for those who brave their own pride just to experience this wonderful feeling gets to be the happiest.

Falling down from a flight of stairs with all the pain thereafter, getting punctured by an unknowing nail, hit by a bludgeon or just slipping and losing a foot to a wet dirty puddle.

Pathetic ways to figure out love or just our own way of explaining it in times we just can’t bear it out.

Who knows we can totally become out of sense when it comes to sharing that same emotional predicament that every being alive gets to share.

Unique, simple and spontaneous in the littlest detail. 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

To Live Doesn't Mean Being Alive.

Everything is temporary.

From the beginning until the end all the things felt, experienced and shared never lasts neither too long nor too short. Something summed up hastened by every tick of time or just the sudden events unfolding.



That actual breathing, the very beat, and the quickest of senses; all comes down to a permanent stop.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Begin.

That one step we make in every walk. Everything seems too innocent for a start to be considered. In every passing time that we choose to keep going, to stop when we needed to or spare a glance of what keeps us walking with time. Letting go of what beauty we passed through, to appreciate to what lies ahead and dream of the rest beyond that barren landscape.

Friday, December 9, 2011

11:59.

At that single tick of time. Waiting for eternity to blast in front an impatient second as one endures the length of actually passing out. The bells ringing inside telling the author to reply with a rather predicted outburst, to leer on some thought that might just change the rolling dice.