The Lie

Why meet people who’ll touch your life and stray away

as if they’re on an endless journey to find something relevant in their lives?

Where the thing they hope to find lies right in front of their eyes

waiting, to be “re-discovered”
 
Why endure the same fate, of the things long forgotten

like the old toys once cherished, the memories held dear?

When will we, you.. I learn to “see” ?

We speak of things untrue

I speak of truth not in action

You speak of facts yet to be revealed

All of us fail in the stand-still of reality versus fantasy

Why waste time in a connection you determined to be obsolete

is it to feed your ego long tarnished by the winds of life?

Your brandished vanity to my eyes.. your fake smiles…

A hand extended in friendship masked, whilst I turn my head inadvertently away, the devil makes its way…

My life’s a Twisted Exhibit on its own

there are times when you can’t pick either..

where you are caught in a stand-still

a rift between decisiveness and apathy

where you take a form of a being enclosed by countless of question marks

where you begin to weigh everything by what it’s worth

when do you actually do something is the greatest puzzle of them all

then again, another bears from it, how you would do it screws your mentality

how it ends is another question, yet another nail in your already messed up pool of thoughts…

there are moments where you simply can’t be stagnant yet you are forced to be as steady as you can be…

where breathing in longer causes panic to everyone around you

where prying eyes are on the look out for any motion from you

yet the air gives you the chills, a sense of danger.. 

calling for an immediate action…

I have yet to resolve such..

emotions versus logic, feelings battling the obvious, butterflies against books

you can’t be sure of what will happen next, but you can’t be as to ignorant as to being astonished by how it may end…

Life…

gives us the never-ending opportunity to learn, to teach as many as we can, of the seemingly infinite lessons it continuously serves into are minds, our very existence….

life…

I can neither thank you for my current dilemma’s nor curse you for my contradicting blessings…

but one may ask again…

is the risk worth it for the two end points of one unbreakable bond? 

Archaeological stupidity.

I’d like to sing you a song, just because you kept bugging me about it and kept telling me how it would’ve sound great, even if I know to myself that the latter part isn’t true…

I’d like to celebrate a holiday with you, just because you kept bugging me about it and kept telling me how meeting my family would’ve been great, even if I know to myself that the latter part isn’t true..

I’d like to paint you a portrait, just because you kept bugging me about it and kept telling me how I good I am at drawing, even if I know to myself that the latter part isn’t true…

I’d like to be with you somehow, just because my mind and heart kept bugging me about it and kept telling me there’s hope, even if I know to myself that the latter part isn’t true..

I’d like to be slapped to the face, just because I kept pushing myself about it and kept believing in things, promised things that even I know for myself to be utterly impossible…

I’d like to have a sound sleep, just because my tired body kept bugging me about it and kept telling me it’s time to sleep, even I know when to quit.

hey don’t fall for…

  • a guy that always goes with what you say
  • a guy who smiles a lot
  • a guy who doesn’t know when to say “no”
  • a guy who wouldn’t take “no” as an answer
  • a guy who feeds you with everything you want
  • a guy who’s always on top of his game
  • a guy who’s a few stones away from perfect

cause he’s lying. nuff said.


 

What’s up kid?

Ah yes, yet again does an imbecile luckily got to my nerves… to blow off some steam:



stop comparing yourself to me.. by all means, It’s not my fault that we can’t be on the same level of living life itself…

I for one did not brag anything, shared a dozen “conquest” to my FRIENDS, but not to the likes of you..

you speak of “take away this and that..”  and I’m nothing…
with that perception you already lost, an individual’s identity can’t be taken away by merely taking away some thing, not complete yes, but never away.

let me help you:

  • I enjoy cross-hatching with pen and ink
  • I recently embraced painting
  • I play a shit load of games
  • I play football
  • I’m in the middle of an application for a mountaineering group
  • I keep track of things for a group
  • I keep my friends within an arm’s reach
  • I value things not worth to anyone else
  • I live life as I deem so
  • I AM NOT YOU

“you” alone or anybody else can’t possibly take away anything from that list really, but given a certain situation, I might drop a few, but will eventually come back at doing it.. so you practically lose on your point.

Let’s take the thing we have in common, you still fail at what your pointing out, grow up kid. 

This week: TWISTED~!

  • thou shall be a caveman and stay inside his man-cave to paint
  • thou shall be “high” with the smell of turpentine
  • with thy being “high”, thou shall produce a concept worth painting with
  • thou shall payeth thy debts with thy brother
  • thou shall not play DN.
  • “thou” lang lahat ito.

adzrosales: An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.  His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:   Dear Vincent,  I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.  Love,  Papa   A few days later he received a letter from his son.  Dear Papa,   Don’t dig up that garden. That’ s where the bodies are buried.  Love,  Vinnie At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.  That same day the old man received another letter from his son.   Dear Papa,  Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.  That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.  Love you, Vinnie GENIUS! that’s quite a bond right there.

adzrosales:

An old Italian gentleman lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.  His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: 

 Dear Vincent,  I am feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.  Love,  Papa  

A few days later he received a letter from his son. 

Dear Papa,   Don’t dig up that garden. That’ s where the bodies are buried.  Love,  Vinnie

At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.  That same day the old man received another letter from his son.  

Dear Papa,  Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.  That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.  Love you, Vinnie

GENIUS!

that’s quite a bond right there.

(Source: catalogosphere)

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My weight’s conversely proportional to the things I’ve accomplished…

just a recent discovery about my life’s funny “coincidence”…



 so as the title says.. that’s what I found out, that my weight is conversely proportional to the things I’ve accomplished..

If I’m getting chubby = My school work is all fucking done
If I’m getting corpse-like = I have a lot of time to spare OR I’m ditching out on the tasks at hand…


I’ve had many issues about me and fat, some morbid ones in fact, but just now I realize, I don’t care anymore, I’d rather get things done and enjoy every minute of my life rather than pursue a social standard of perfection and just be a monotonous living organism, where you wake up, count the calories of your food then go exercise and shit… where’s the fun in that? And besides, I go fat - I go slim.. tested and proven.. when I want to, I can do it.

I’m estimating my weight now at around 133-137 BUT HELL! I freaking love to eat, specially after a good grade with your sleepless plate making nights, it’s good to treat yourself to an eat-all-you-can for just around 60 php. (SANGKATERBA! located at Lerma, Manila.. near the FEU Campus).

I have to thank the Big Boss for giving me life’s reset button last 2009… and I’ve read this a thousand times.. but I have to agree.

”..good things fall apart… so we can create better things”


or somewhere along those lines… I forgot.. AHAHAHAHA


2nd sem is nearing.. too bad I can’t go for our 2nd official climb (Pico De Loro) T_T




-MoFuckingHawk! 

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Losing yourself

High’s and low’s
for the world to see

can you take flight

or crawl mercilessly

fight till your last gasp for earth

you end with it, nothing more

oh how cruel it may seem

“cruel” is just a weak man’s word

yet even the strongest fail

most utter the words

“it’s how you rise up”

I say

“It never stops, the rising and falling, it wears you down”

Life.. oh life..

it comes to point where it tells you

right to your face

that it’s “pointless”

ironic

sacastic

pathetic

Ang isang pasahero hindi pwedeng mangaral ng tungkol sa pagiging isang drayber sa isang drayber hanggang hindi pa siya nagiging drayber.
na’ka!