Posted at 10:42 PM

is in need of cash... heheh

 

Posted at 09:50 PM

vague life...

behind the shadows...

entrapped in surreal darkness...

the voice unheard...

thus...

not just destined to be...

Currently listening to: tear
Currently feeling: crushed

Posted at 10:44 PM

there are quite a number of things in this world that words cannot measure. a conundrum of opposites, a rash of passion, a glimpse of eternity, the value of expression, the cacophony of a recluse... each of which is a facet amongst the many that each individual have. words are mere approximations, a mundane basket trying to catch the meaning and grandiosity of the universe, inside and outside one's self. it is a dress that the emotions wear so that they may be understood, however much it covers the resplendence of itself. and so it goes, that as each and every word uttered and though of flows, then too must they be placed inside baskets and labelled in the varied ways that humanity does, or at least can. i am but one of the multitude of humanity that is limited to translate emotions to words, however futile. the crests and troughs of life and living, flourishing, however pale in comparison to its true nature, in the words and stories of curiosity, discovery, exhiliration, euphoria, torment and destruction.

then again, living a life is another approximation.

Currently listening to: i write the songs~
Currently watching: oasis of the seas~ cruise ship

Posted at 12:43 AM

~overbreak mode again.

there's really a point in time in your life where you get really tired. tired of all the work, responsibility, obligaton, routines, turn arounds, blah blah blah...  yeah right, such lame excuse, as if i have a choice? it's a living, that's just the way it is. i'm completely torn. sigh~

Currently reading: istorya.net forums
Currently feeling: crushed

Posted at 10:33 PM

*overbreak mode.

*crossing fingers ~ previous call might be monitored~ murder. autofail. pls. not now.

Posted at 12:46 AM

People may often think of getting enrolled to top schools as of what they think... "ideal" But those schools will only remain "ideal" for they will never teach the whole Filipino people. when they are nothing but profit oriented schools who train students to go abroad and be slaves of the the rich nations. When our constitution says that the biggest priority for budget expenditure must go to education. But look whats happening? Not even 50% of the Filipino youth can't fit to all of the colleges available in the country... Add the reasons of high matriculation. The rich say "dream on!" but how could the masses dream if the government has catered them a degraded education? Worst, an education that is for sale? We cant make this nation better if you just keep thinking of ourselves... And don't tell me they're to blame cause of lame excuses like "they're too tardy.. or "they didn't help themselves" thats a long worn out rhetoric of the rich petty bourgeois who refuse to look behind the tainted glasses of their SUV's.

sad but true

Posted at 12:31 AM

not in my comfort zone... never have had tried to write something new since time immemorial.... anyway, the movie "Hurt Locker" is breath taking... a desolate story, i never would have known that they'll win 6 academy awards including "Best Picture"... mmhh, still, i'm an avid avatar fan.. heheh "Avatar" deserves the crown for best picture and best director...

Posted at 12:40 AM

I am lingering between two dimension of reality and dream

Whoever knows the way to the immortal life?

I live in this world for I am coerced

Do I have a choice? Do I have my own free will?

No… because I am crippled, you amputate me

I can’t walk my way alone

But did you ever hear me whimper? Did you ever hear from me a single whine?

None… Because I am mute

I can’t utter a single word

Might not as well mimic my way to freedom

‘Coz that’ll be the most discreet yet the darkest form of escape

Perhaps I both love and hate music

I love the rhythm and the melody

Music has a life of its own

But why can’t I have one?

I am a lifeless, soulless being

I am dead

Yet I can hear the music

Still playing… still alive…

I can’t feel any pulse in me

I can’t hear my breath

I’ve already reached my expiration date

But can’t those restoration devices of your generation bring me back to life?

I am stiffening from cold

If you can’t revive me just lull me to sleep

Sing me a lullaby of misery

Read me a poem of death

And oh please give me some food to eat

I am suffering from hunger and thirst

I am craving for love and understanding

Give me heed will you?

For years you just fed me with hatred and vindication

Now is the time for sweet revenge

I cry no more, I cry no more

I am numb from sadness and pain

I have paved my way to immortality

And so you mortals bend those knees and pay the respect

The respect I never had when I am still the moron you used to know

Now I have the power

I can kill and condemn you for all I care!

But wait, wait…

I can’t laugh… I still can’t…

I am supposed to be happy

I am supposed to laugh like a villain in a movie

But still I feel so empty…

I am nothing… Still nothing…

Will you just lull me back to sleep?

Sing me a lullaby of love

Read me a poem of dreams

Send me back to the realm I belong

And once again…

Let me flash those grins

Let me shed those tears

Let me hear the music

Let me savor the silence

Let me feel the bliss and misery

Let me LIVE my LIFE as it is…

 

“Laughter and Happiness do come in handy, and so does Misery and Tears..” - Lileth Osido

Posted at 12:28 AM
A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night. They loved each other a lot...

Girl: "Slow down a little... I'm scared..."
Boy: "No, it's so fun..."
Girl: "Please... It's so scary..."
Boy: "Then say that you love me..."
Girl: "Fine... I love you... Can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug..." The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and it's bothering me while I drive."

The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived... The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and died himself...


That's how true love works... SACRIFICE.