A half-truth is the whole of the lie.

A half-truth is a whole lie. The monkey king has been deceived. War is based on deception. His sense of fair play led to his downfall. He will have to wait for his turn to come by again.

The Internet spoketh

Patience is beautiful.

Sunrise doesn't last all morning

A cloudburst doesn't last all day

Only three things in life are certain birth, death and change.

Ask the experienced rather than those who learned only from books.

Don't stand in a place of danger trusting in miracles.

Take wisdom from the wise

Not everyone who rides a horse is a jockey.

Nothing.

Is it better to be silent when think you really need to say something for the good of those around you? It is very easy to reveal your motives when you write and when you talk. Your ideas may bring life to the dead. It can bring you up or bring you down or it may change in time depending on your everyday experiences. Perhaps it is better to say things of more value than silence. But sometimes silence can help. And it helps mostly, yourself. Some try very hard to say very little just to be known as 'A Man of a Few Words', but almost always these attempts fall inadequate in influence and substance. Also, these days, it does not sound very nice to say very little in many words. That is a waste of time and energy, no question about it. But if you have ideas, don't be afraid to voice it out or to write it down for others to hear or read. If you need to write more words, then write more. If you need to say more, then say more. If every word counts, then it is worth it. Or, if you heed it can be done, say a great deal in a few words.

Rest

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time”

from somebody. I forgot. Just to archive. I love to save it here. I read it again and remember, before the world will end, or before my world will end.

will you pursue that little something ....

will you pursue that little something, so life can be better? or will you run away in fear, clinging to the thought that you did nothing wrong ... but u did nothing anyway.

Have you ever tried rescuing a mudfish? Or saving a snake from drowning?
Stupid. Plain stupid. But i did it.

Anyway forget about that ... Im here to remember ...
When i was a small boy i gave my mother the problem
of problems. I always get out of the house. On hot summer days
I me and my brother are supposed to stay at home. Just do some
drawings, play or just watch tv and cartoons, eat, help with house work
and sleep during noon time so we can grow to be really strong boys -- at least
that's my mama's mentality. At first it gave
me enuf joy to stay and sit by just to watch atom Astroboy fly and beat some enemies.
But he finally flew away for good when the channel cut-off the series.
That's when I started thinking i should try
I tried drawing and animation. My mother intructd me to take care of old books so
my cuzns or some other neighbor can probably use it or buy it from us. We wer
poor then, but not as poor as now. After sometime of boredom I thought
I could animate stickmen by drawing action frames at the edge of my
old textbooks. We didnt have internet back then and we were inside
the four walls of our house. And we were living in a subdivision
that is really far from the city. Its a bunch of really small
houses grouped together. And we have ricefields and rivers and forests
around us. So our only access to the outside world was the TV.
The radio was almost always turned into AM mode. Mama has total
control over that. She likes to listen to AM Radio News and Drama.
So it was only the TV. I think really got inspiration after watching so many
cartoons. Wondering how it can be done, I developed theories of my own. I hoped and
tried. And finally I figured out how to make them move. After
my first "page-flip" frame-by-frame animation, my friends began
offering their old text-books. Id bring them home and make
another fight animation. Just some stick men fighting. One-on-one
or one-and-many or royal rumble. When all the text books wer used-up
I got into drawing bigger stuff. Mama bught us comics so I was into
super heroes now. And into some pencil and at time coloredpencils or water
colors. I remember also one summer, as a small boy I worked
as an apprentice to my uncle. A billboard painter. I also got
some really good ideas and techniques on big-and-small relationships on
lettering and painting. And scaling techniques of posters so one could
paint really big copies of that. But then I guess I didnt really like the smell
of paint and all the other stuff. So I bailed out and went
back to my pencil.

Also one summer, I worked as a sorbetero with my cuzn We have to push a small
cart full of homemade icecream to sell to people. At the start of the day we wake up
really early not for the selling of the ice-cream but for the adventure that
goes with it. And because we have to pass by muddy roads and and marshes and bushes
and different trees and thick grasses, selling it was
a lot less boring. Fruit trees wer so easy to come by.
We never get hungry on the road. But also most of the time
we pass by really dusty roads. And under the hot sun it
would seem like an endless arid desert of little or no water.
There was no favoritism under the sun. We burned a lot of skin.
We would take short breaks under trees as we sell ice-cream.
We have our traditional filipino-style sorbetero bell. We ring
it and the sound will get little kids running out of their
houses with smiling faces. It was a priceless scene.

My cuzn and my friends taught me about a lot of things
we can do. I learned from then how to make my own toys.
And how to make these toys from the stuff we find on the
road. We make the best and highest flying kites on the land.
The other kids envy us, and so they also made their kites.
But we wer good at it and so they approached us for some
tips and secrets. Perhaps we told them something really stupid.
Like stupid things about balance and symmetry that wr all just made up.
But the real secret is friendship. And so we befriended them.
And the height of our kite's flying was all forgotten. Only
the bigger smiles and heightened friendships did matter. Even
the bullies respected the little sickly boys. Yeah, it gave me hope
that life can be better. Yes life .. "can" be better.

After the period of selling ice-cream we were jobless.
And my cuzn back to his place. But I made friends so we
wer out playing under the moon. I didnt really like girls.
I used to think girls are weak. They cry a lot. They get
themselves into trouble, and when theyr into a lot of trouble
they won't do anything, just sit there and cry. They will never
try to do something to save themselves. They believe
they were all born princesses and that some really
brave prince will save them; makes them feel good.
I didnt want to mingle with the likes of them. Mga mababang
klaseng Halimaw. But yeah, I wouldnt deny that there's this
hero crap inside of me. So I learned to make some weapons
of my own. To protect the girls from any other threat ... or perhaps from themselves.
Slingsots, wooden guns and all that stuff. Some
of the guns spew out stones, some are confugured to use fruits
as ammunition. It was art. I made mine on my own because we cudnt afford.
The other richboys bought theirs. All the boys have this Battle games.
No girls allowed. I made it a point that I excel in battle
so the other boys will buy the idea that "my gun" was the best. I was able to seel some.
I also got commissioned to do some. I did for free or for some junk food.
I sell the old ones and create a new one for myself. This time having my
experience of the old and my theories for the new one. It worked everytime.
Kids are like big people, they get addicted to new gadgets. Just get an old
one and attach new buttons to it, and they take it like a totally new invention.
And they buy it, not because of need but because of the fame they get of having
the Latest in their hands. But I guess its not how everybody thinks. The minority
are the others who don't think that way, that's what makes the world run.
Other people make other people think good about themselves and make them feel good.
To make other's "feel good" about themselves. Feed the boys with pride and Fill the
girl with her vanity to the fullest. The world is full of boys not real men. The
world is full of girls not real women. We lack not the freedom to do
things, we have all the freedom. What we lack is the freedom not to do things,
because we even limit ourselves to our pride and our greed ... our vanity and conceit.
We hide behind our papers and certifications. We hide behind our identity in the society.
When all will be taken away, what is there to show? What did we get this
papers for anyway? Why study and get all the medals? Why work? Why be
a professional when all we can ever do is mistreat those who are
less qualified and "less-professional"? Act like a puppy licking the bosses feet,
hoping to rise-up not to serve but to come back with a revenge to
trample other's and feel good about it. Smile in front and betray at the back.
Do something stupid and then just get away with it.Don't care what happens to
other people, and force onesself to think nothing is wrong - banking on legality and
technicality or some out-of-place passage from the bible. To fool other's by fooling ones
self. That my friend, is the final scene. The prestige.

This is just a short reflection on some of the summer's in my life.
I used to hate myself thinking other boys go on vacation while i stay at home and work.
Others enjoy the beach while i work and burn my skin under the sun.
I felt the fear about my "bright" future fading away from me. I felt
my life was going nowhere. But I realized that all these things are
just feelings that I should not let get a grip of me. It is not as if
I cannot do anything when I'm here and the others are there. There is always
something to do. As long as we hope. As long as we strive. As long as
we are patient. As long as we do not give-up so easily. As long as we
know where we are standing. As long as we know that even as we need some
attention, we are not the only one who is living in this world. As long
as we see inspiration of all those who did not give up on us no matter
how evil we were. I am not as clean as white. I am not divine or all-knowing.
Perhaps I am just talking to myself right now. What happens to us
have valid reasons. But if we live with alibis, we deny our own life, by
living inside a big lie. Life can be better. Something can be done.


Hahaha. What the heck. Early morning brainfart.
It's almost 8:am now and I've to work.
So, I'll close this transmission now and get me some coffee.


Pursue happyness.

Live free. Love free.

nonsense trash ...

the angel of death is playing tricks on me again. he played with my mind last night. I had a dream, several days ago, that somebody whose face i cannot see, whispered to me, to be careful about july 6. I could pass away or something like that. It was pretty good timing, I felt really sad that day. So lonely, and alone. I was alone at home. Just takin a nap. It was probably one of those times when not one in this whole wide world ever thought about me. Not one of the not so many people I know. I was so alone. And so I cheked the calendar. July 6 was coming. Instead of getting scared, I got excited. Not about dying, but about the adventure waiting for me. I was never afraid to die. I am the only one in our area who talk about death so freely. There was one time my favorite song was playing on winamp, and my mother was there beside me, just relaxing and sweeping the floor. She was listening to the song, "Light and Shade" and she told me, "dong, chada na og lyrics" and I answrd, "Oo ma, paborito nako na, mao na ipatukar kung mamatay na ko ha. ayaw kalimot." I dnt knw why i said that, but after I told her that, her calm face became so red, and She was punching and just hitting me with all the hardest violence. She cried. I didnt knw what to do. All the people around me just does that. They keep quiet when i start talkin about death or the end of days. I talk about it just like normal talk. I dnt know why.

i remember several empty days and mysteriously silent evenings playing with death. id go on journeys or walk around the city ... all by myself. I hear death call me like im his close friend. There was a time in my life when i told myself im not afraid to die. I was walking alone near gaston park when some drunks approached me. One told me he wants a fight. I smiled, I didnt mind him. I threw 2 coins in the river and walked ryt thru them. I cudv died if i stayed a minute longer. I think the other one had a knife behind his pants. But nah, drunk people do stupid things. So I jsut let them be. They probably need sleep. hehe. If it was my time, then so be it. I can just die for somebody i care for, but I wudnt wanna kill myself for no good reason at all. I can die for others, but i guess id never kill myself just to get what i want. I am not afraid to die. Inside my mind i told myself that. But death has a way of looking inside people's minds and souls. Ad death will come running to confirm. And so hard to notice, that he's already around me, and when i look into my right or to my left i see things. I feel things. I feel death so near me. And so I try to walk around lookin for something to do. While I walk I sometimes think about what i did, if it was now ok to just die ... to just drop dead. And when i think that nobody is there for me, I think its ok to die. And almost always when i think this way, I see this man in need of help, or this old lady who needs to cross a busy street or somebody or something i need to fix. I hate it, but they get me everytime. One time, I was drinkin red bull at the crossing,, when i noticed this old woman ... and for no particular reason i put aside my drink and try to help out. Hold this old woman, and help her cross the street, ask her nicely where she's going. She is so old and trembling ... i can feel her arms tremble everytime she takes a step. She points to a "trisikad" and so I call one. And tell the driver to take her to where she's going. And before they leave she asks me, "Salamat dong, asa man ka padung ...?" "Thank you little boy, but where are you going?) and i just smile ... and I tell her ... "Bisan asa lang manang... cge na. =) " (Anywhere ...) And then after that, I keep on askin myself why id did that. I thought some drunk car driver might smash that old lady if she is that slow crossing a street. I almost died that same street, that same junction. Maybe that's why I think about weird stuff when im there. She can barely see where she's goin. It was probably that. But then tt was probably one of those movies I saw, or comic books ive read about my favorite childhood superhero spiderman. Savin all those in need, and loving a girl who doesnt know whom to really love. Let me tell you a secret, I want to be a hero. Somebody who has no name. Somebody who is me, but who can never be connected to my real identity. Somebody nobody knows. Im just blabbering here, but I havent really thought about last night. Several hurts that night . . . to feel happy and sad at the same time.

I really thought i was gonna die for reasons i do not know. Some stupid dream. No aother reason. To just fade away. All my life I said I am not afraid to die. But last night, i tell you,... I was. I had a feeling that i would. But I didnt want to tell or talk much about it. I just left messages to some. Just in case. I waited. I went walking around the city, remembering things that made me happy and made me so sad at the same time. Remembering times when I felt sad I couldnt share the happiness that I have saved for somebody, and it all just turns to sadness ... When people say they don't know where theyd go to be happy, when in fact they know where theyll be ... Its just that they don't really want to go there. They choose to be sad, thinkin they have no choice. About why some people do that, I do not know. I dnt knw...

I saw the city lights at night. I remember how I loved this city. How I wish I could do something for this city before i go, to help this city and the people living in it. To do something for future generations. To thank the city who sheltered me ...

I went to see the parks. I went around to see the evening. To feel the breeze. I went to see the lights by the river. And went home.

I felt my heartbeat changed last night. And I can still feel it this morning. It feels like the heartbeats i get when I drink too much coffee. I thought itd go away. but unfortunately its here to stay. or is it too early to say that. hehe.

The premonition I got for july 6 was not probably about dying that day, but a warning about a heart failure sometime in the future that would shut me down for good. or perhaps something else. It could mean something else. or it was nothing. nothing at all. hehe. But yeah, who knows when. Nobody knows when we will die. I should not think about it. I dnt know what you guys think, but this is me, and Im used to thinkin this way. Its ok. Its not like i want to die or be suicidal. Im not into that. These thoughts come to me, they pass by my mind. I'll learn from them. I should learn from them ...

I shudv stayed home, but I went out ... to meet a very important person. and after the meeting i went around the city to see for myself what was in store for me that day...

I was afraid. I try not to think about it. I was so afraid about a lot of things.

I cried that day.

That day, was yesterday. It was just like everyday.

When I die. Nobody would know about it. Not even me.
I'll just... die of course.




Live free. Love free.




[m]

people . . .

I read a small part of a great book. Ive met ... "the book" ... this book im talkin about ... many years back. But for some reason, for a reason i cannot explain, that time, I decided not to read it ... all my friends gobbled it. read it. it was the talk of the town, talk of the world. But now, I enjoyed its few first pages. Not the book, but some ebook which i printed four long pages. The first four pages ... and it was great. I wanna read some more if somebody can figure out what this book is im talkin about, then let me borrow, let me read ... lead me to a different place. I probably need to get away ... or my mind probably. hehe...


When someone sees the same people every day, they wind up becoming part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems 2 hv a clear idea of how odr people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

When they don't get what they want they pick on other peoples lives and feel happy abt it. Laugh about it ... and feel great about it ...

A sad future ...

And about a lie, that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie.

It is the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary; only wise men are able to understand them. Those who are not wise study and try to learn other arts to get a grip of the extraordinary things, the important, the essential things in life.

Friends and loved ones, have sharper swords ... they hurt us more. They betray us over and over again. Lie to us and trick us in front of our face. Stab our heart from behind our backs. Sometimes thinkin like we are too dumb to figure out what they are doing to us. But, quiet does not necessarily mean we know nothing about what they are doing. But that's ok. We still choose to love them more. Try to see from a different angle, a perspective of the eye that believes , the love that is in the heart of a soul ... a soul with a pure intention of helping out ... an inspiration ... of helping out a friend in need ... a friend lost inside his own world ... a heart that wishes for happiness in the hearts of even those who wish to be sad all their life ... and those who plan to be sad for the rest of their lives ... and those who think that they want to be sad forever ...

any of you, .. never tell me that ... never tell me that you have given up, never ...
do not expect me to believe that crap ... i will not give up on you and please do not give up on me.
I am just like you, i fall into that too ...

but nah ... i hate to talk more ... people say I bitch too much. i guess i'll end this short. =)


And so I say ...

I learned something important today.

to catch a streak of light and enlightenment in a very simple and common thing such as reading
a piece of paper ...

and from my friends.
iv always learned a lot from them. but today, i learned about them.


This blog post, will help me remember this day, or the things ... the small but great things i have learned today ... this day.

July 3rd, 3:04pm. +8.gmt.2006.


[m]

A song? mark, what are you doing . . . ?

can you guys believe i made a song? =) I may be smiling a little but kinda sad though. all i do is walk around and remember things. anyway, i noticed our old guitar, and for no rason i tried to pick it up and of course, tried to play something. my fingers hurt. haent played for quite sometime now and im really no good with it. but anyway yeah, knew a few songs. My brother had this song book nearny. I was the only one left at home so i can just play a few songs without any problem. hehe. people just hate my singing. so good to sing when im alone. hehe. I played Broken sonnet by hale and Is it Okay if I call you mine by ... i forgot his name. There wer more songs but my fingers cudnt really take it. they hurt a lot now. so i stopped. But I suddenly felt i wanted to write something, like a song, and my hands keep strumming and chords just keep comin by, so i took my drawing book and wrote this little piece. Al lthe words here rmind me of 2005 Xavier days. Im sure anybody who will read this will ask me questions, but I tell you. Don't ask. Please don't ask. =)

Here is the song. I have no mp3 coz i just created this now. 30 minutes ago. =)
I can play this for you if you hand me a guitar. I can't even memorize the lyrics and chords.
Id better have the lyrics and chords beside me if i have to play this, or if you want me to play this to you. Its unfinished. I will update this some other time. some other time ...

here goes nothin ....






C/G-G 2x
Pluck with C-G C-G as long as the guitar makes a sound that's it


say it:
So many flowers, but one ...



start:
C/G
so little are the things i know about you
G
so little are the things that we were into
C/G---------------------------------------------G
so many are the things that you do ..hooo



C/G
so many love everything about you
G
so many of them, all adore you
C/G------------------------------------------------------G
so many (are) things connect them to you ..hoo




ref or something:


Am-------------------------C
And I am just, so far away

G
from you



**Ref or watever you call it***

D
but today

Am------------------------C
I pray, that you'll see me ...

G
and my little way.



**go back to Ref or watever you call it, then finish or loop to inifnity ***

Live Free. Love Free

Tonight I walk with nothing in mind ...
but then again ... the cold wind, the sound of the river ...
heard them for like a million times before ..
are suddenly so mysteriously different tonight ...
made me realize there is really something
inside my mind ... my heart ...

my inspiration for art is kept on hold, in a drawing book on my left hand ...
while holding my pencil, i reach for my pocket using my right hand
i felt my cellphone, it barely had visitors today ... i sway it aside ...
i reach for coins ... and i find them...

with the thought of finding the two pesos i honestly saved today,
i manage to unveil the slightest of my smiles
so rare to see, so unlikely to occur that i surprise myself ...
smiling at a time like this ...

as i try to cease ... and dismiss what was bothering me...
i get a taste of the early morning breeze,
so cold with its silent whispering of the bitter-sweet happiness
that i always love to welcome...

it did not rain today. i love to cry in the rain.
still i wet my eyes watching the river ...

the flickering lights, reflecting on the flowing river ...
they remind me, of a romantic walk that id never forget ...

I take out the coins from my pocket, and throw them out
to the flowing river ... probably not for a wish ... but only to remember
promises made and the dreams that we all live for ...

to remember the trust that was earned,
and the trust i had given ...

to love ... to love freely, so we may be able to live free...



[m] Live Free. Love Free.
7.20.2006.2:58:24AM.14324.30mns.11.12:7.23.alpha23.alhpa13.GMT+08:00.
Cagayan.de.Oro.The.City.of.Golden.Friendship.water.wind.flower.wanderer


I hope with this bad english, people will remember me as a bisaya
I guess I'll try to sleep, even if i know I really can't.

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[edit]

Wrote the text last night..errr...this early morning. =)
some little thing. And I am healed. I hope so ... and I also want to help heal someone ...
Uploaded a utube video and then checkout one of my
long time favorites, 3d artist. Marco Rolandi.


[m] Marco Rolandi - Gallery at CG Channel

• (favorite.fantasyPlane)
  
• (favorite.Croc.spaceship)

[m] My First Utube Video Upload. (^_^) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6STClr5mcU


=)

mungkey: "Ancient" Blogger?

Hahaha. Must be a bug or something. Updated blog roll. Goodness. after so many years. I finally decided to add some bloggin connections on the side ... hehehe...

Oh crap ... Cool Things to Put In my Blog ?

Blogthings: Cool Things to Put In Your Blog

For the satisfaction and peace of Mind ... of all people who buzzd me to blog, here ya go. A blog from somewhere. hehe. U know i dnt blog regularly. once a year or twice a year ... maybe. But I rarely blog. The internet is aware of that. anyway here. hehe. This is probably the the only thing i can post right now . My blog is more of a journal than a weblog. hehe. But this is my blog. And that's what i want my blog to be. hehe. Take care all.

Love Free. Live Free.





What Is Your Seduction Style?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/


Your Seduction Style: The Natural

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

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Well, whaddya knoew... hehe. The results are kiss-ass. They have a fine way of
rephrasing "Loser" hehehe. And to make me feel better, theyv added little sweets near the end. hehe. That's just great. Just great. ppphfffft!

Hehehe. everybody satisfied? hehe. No hard feelings? Everybody happy? Owkay!
hehehe. mweoahahahaha!

Hahaha! kiddin.

Forgive this poor man. I just feel like im sombody important ...
Ok, here. License for everybody to kick me n d groin.


*ouch!*

*click*


Ok ok ... I ...take it back... aaaaarrrhhhgggghhh..... who did that wyl d light was out!?!?!?!?! aaahhhhhhhhhh....

The Photographer and the traveller

She thinks she knows life because see can take pictures and talk and write about them ...
Like with the blink of an eye she can see the world ... she can see people and how they live their life
she has taken too much of too many, she can feelit that she needs to go
At last it is goodbye and it is now time to leave ...

Now she has to ride a train to fulfill a dream ...
so many places to see along the way, so many things can happen in this journey
But now, all she's got is just one shot, one final shot

Station by station the train went...

she met different people and saw many many beautiful places
people, they come and go, so different yet all are the same

On the seventh stop she met a traveller and they talked a lot
a lot about life, and love, some places she's never been and things she's nevr done
She liked him and he loved her.

At the 23rd the traveller will have to stop. It is now the 19th, and 80 more miles to go in
this long journey to who knows where ...
at one moment, she probably loved him ...
for a second, and she wanted to take his picture
But she only had one shot left

In her mind she thought about better things in store for her
and that she will meet better people, and that they will always come.
She never took his picture.
She smiled. He left with sadness in his eyes,
she made him happy for a while. But he has to go.
8 stations aftr the 23rd, it was her destination.
There she will fulfill her all her dreams.
Her dreams of becoming a real photographer,
is waiting for her in her destination.

But the thought came flashing back, that she has one shot left,
and the feeling that she has to take this picture unlike the rest.

The silent drive of perfectionism, she simply wanted it to be the best.
Her station is nearing, but still she was hoping
longing for something extra special to come passing by ...

The locomotive engine backfired
For a second or two she became unstable,
Off balanced, her camera fell
Lens still covered, it sounded "click"

On her station now, she walked around, frustrated
A familiar old woman approached her ...
she was with her in the cabin the whole time,
she never really noticed her, for she was too busy
looking for something else ... something better and extra special

The old woman told her

"Have you heard about the nameless traveller who goes around to
try and see things ... who goes around talking and helping
people just for the love of it ? His faceless and nameless deeds ...
only few people know. His namelessness is legend. Everybody
wants his picture. Still nobody is really able to take his picture.
Im beginning to think it cannot be done. =)
Like a free spirit he will remain faceless and nameless.
I'd give money tenfold for his picture. But it seems, all you picture takers
think alike. You keep looking for better things that are not even there,
and you force yourself to think that way ... to make you feel safe from regret
you refuse to think that what is in front of you might be the best there is.
He was in front of you, and you let him slip away..."

shocked.
"Uhm, excuse me ma'am, but who are you really?"

"I am the owner of the newspaper who hired you ...will you follow me to the office please."

PANUNUMPA NG KAWANI NG GOBYERNO

Ako'y kawani ng gobyerno, tungkulin ko ang maglingkod ng tapat at mahusay.
Dahil dito, ako'y papasok ng maaga at mag tatrabaho ng lampas sa takdang
oras kung kinakailangan.
Magsisilbi akong ng magalang at mabilis sa lahat ng nangangailangan.
Pangangalagaan ko ang mga gamit, kasangkapan at iba pang pag-aari ng pamahalaan. Magiging pantay at makatarungan ang pakikitungo ko sa mga lumalapit
sa aming tanggapan. Magsasalita ako laban sa katiwalian at pagsasamantala.
Hindi ko gagamitin ang aking panunungkulan sa sarili kong kapakanan.
Hindi ako hihingi o tatanggap ng suhol, sisikapin kong madagdagan ang
aking talino at kakayahan upang ang antas ng paglilingkod sa bayan ay
patuloy na maitaas. Sapagkat ako'y isang kawani ng gobyerno at tungkulin
ko ang maglingkod ng tapat at mahusay, sa bayan ko at sa panahong ito,
ako at ang aking mga kapwa kawani ay kailangan tungo sa isang maunlad,
masagana at mapayapang pilipinas.

Sa harap ninyong lahat ako'y taos pusong nanunumpa.


- - -

Its been a while. Havent blogged. This is to help me remember my days ... in government service. laterz...

What do I want for my Birthday ?

For my birthday, this coming (*tttthhhhht!*)

I want a . . . . .





Hehehe. What a great day. I can wish for things I cannot have. hehe.
Oh well, this is my blog, and I can say anything i want. haha.


But if u think u can buy me a hummer, u cna go to hummer dot com and buy me that
nice lookin thingee.

Thingee? What thingee? Who ho ho ho ho ho!
Im talkin about this thingee (click)



hahaha. will somebody slap me now.

Chick at d Grocery

Me,and Matt and Marky(Lordtasyo/Mugzon) at d Grocery store.
Special thanks to Brentoy and Liplip. hehehe.



Matt, the chick, and mungkey(me) hehehe

Marky the LordTasyo a.k.a Mugzon

The Chick and The Man..... divisionbyzero.



HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHahaha. We ... are 100% in...sane. LOL

technorati:mundane

Spot the Fake Smile

Spot The Fake Smile

Results

You got 13 out of 20 correct

Most people are surprisingly bad at spotting fake smiles. One possible explanation for this is that it may be easier for people to get along if they don't always know what others are really feeling.

Although fake smiles often look very similar to genuine smiles, they are actually slightly different, because they are brought about by different muscles, which are controlled by different parts of the brain.

Fake smiles can be performed at will, because the brain signals that create them come from the conscious part of the brain and prompt the zygomaticus major muscles in the cheeks to contract. These are the muscles that pull the corners of the mouth outwards.

Genuine smiles, on the other hand, are generated by the unconscious brain, so are automatic. When people feel pleasure, signals pass through the part of the brain that processes emotion. As well as making the mouth muscles move, the muscles that raise the cheeks – the orbicularis oculi and the pars orbitalis – also contract, making the eyes crease up, and the eyebrows dip slightly.

Lines around the eyes do sometimes appear in intense fake smiles, and the cheeks may bunch up, making it look as if the eyes are contracting and the smile is genuine. But there are a few key signs that distinguish these smiles from real ones. For example, when a smile is genuine, the eye cover fold - the fleshy part of the eye between the eyebrow and the eyelid - moves downwards and the end of the eyebrows dip slightly.

Scientists distinguish between genuine and fake smiles by using a coding system called the Facial Action Coding System (FACS), which was devised by Professor Paul Ekman of the University of California and Dr Wallace V. Friesen of the University of Kentucky.

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So that's it. I took the test. Its not a test anymore, coz u can see all the answers from here. haha.

[Spot the Fake Smile]

Computer Geek, / Nerd Test

I got this from matt's blog. I took the test, and here u go.

Quizfarm Results: What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)

You scored as Existentialism.

Your life is guided by the concept of Existentialism: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.

“Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”
“It is up to you to give [life] a meaning.”
--Jean-Paul Sartre




“It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.”
--Blaise Pascal




Existentialism 85%
Utilitarianism 70%
Apathy 60%
Justice (Fairness) 55%
Hedonism 45%
Kantianism 40%
Strong Egoism 25%
Nihilism 25%
Divine Command 10%

Quiz Created by arocoun





Well, I dont understand all these. Results mean nothing. I hate googling for them. I got better things to google. hehehe. Like chicks, for example. Hahahahah. kiddin.

Death is so early .... in the morning.

I woke up this morning around 6 am. I opened my eyes, and my body didnt move. I stayd there for 1 hour, and I tried moving my big toe. After I was able to move it, I felt happy. I can feel the command being relayed from my brain to my big toe, and the impulse goes bag to my brain and I feel and think I was able to move my big toe. Yeah yeah, sound like a movie. But this is for real man. I had a dream. My dream was about myself. In my dream I was lying down, I cannot see anything but the sky. I cannot move my body, perhaps I was wounded, im not sure. But I feel tired. Like form a battle or something. And like I can see my body was so messed up. In my mind I had this feeling about my end. Like death was inevitable. I dont know why I was thinkin that way, but I was there, and it was the only thing in my mind. And in the final moment, I felt happy. Nothing else was on my mind. I just felt contented with my life. I accepted death. My body stiffnd and breathing stopped. Then everything was black. And like a few minutes, I woke up.

Now I write this blog, to tell myself ... I died this morning. Today is a new day. I begin my new life. I live this day like another last day of my life.

If tomorrow I will die for real, or maybe next year, or whenever... I hope I can still remember all my friends and all the people I love. They make me happy ... and because of them I see life as a series of happiness not as a continuous suffering. Like a Series of Unfortunate Events that lead to a better path.

So, what the hell ... hehehe, im still alive.

Hello World.

Freelancer Preview

I released a new preview for my freelancer movie. Ive been doing flash. I mean, when I get bored. Uknow, no real job, just freelancing. doing stuff for people. Sometimes, or most of the time, doing things for a lot of ungrateful peepz. tsk tsk. Sometimes...ahh... little resources, wrong connections, too many reasons to coverup for my laziness most of the time. Been practicin animation using Macromedia Flash. This is yet another product of the wasted days of my youth. I always dreamed about making a movie. A nice movie. A movie that can change lives, move peoples' hearts, or do something. I just can't do it. Too few resources and too many problems. But itz bad to make reasons for failure. So, I guess I'll just keep my silence. So, here ya go. I hope you guys like it.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/17681510/

The 5-Factor IPIP Personality Test
What Makes You Unique?
Mark, your most unique quality is that you're unusually Inspirational



You inspire others around you with your creative energy and thirst for new experiences. You are exceptionally curious and aren't afraid of learning new things — which is probably because you tend to focus on the potential positive outcome of any experience rather than dwelling on the potential negatives. You are a true explorer in the word. You want to understand and experience it all, and you're especially open to new feelings and ideas. Compared to others who are open, you are unusually accepting of your own and others feelings. Only 6.0% of all test takers have this unique combination of personality strengths.


While this says a lot about you, there is much more to you than this. The 5-Factor IPIP Personality Test measures you on 30 unique personality traits, backed by over 70 years of personality research. This enables us to provide you with the most thorough, in-depth personality assessment available to you.



test

Black and White.There is no color...And why do you say that ?Bcoz its only black and white.We talk as if black and white are not colors.We talk as if they are separate from the rest.Black or White.I remember clearly, the timewhen somebody asked me"What is the opposite of black ?"I answered White."What is the opposite of white ?"I answered Black.
If I am not good then I am bad.If you are not my friend, then you are my enemy.There is nothing in between.
Then came the questionThen came the questions ..."Is it only Black and white?"Are there no shades of gray ?Are there no other colors?If I am not good, does it meanI am bad ? Does it mean I am evil ?If I am not your friend, does itmean I am ur enemy ?If im not on your sidedoes it mean i am on their side ?
Will you be different because its cool to b differentwill you be different for the sake of being differentOr will you be different because you are different
If I believe, I do not think I believeIf I do not believe, I do not think I do not believe
Is freedom the power to do whatever things I wanna doIs it the power to refuse doing things I dont want to doIs it the power to overcome temptationsIs it a power or is it just in man's powerful will
to do or not to do bullshit.to have or not to have my wantsto satisfy my needs to have more and more of the things that i do not even need
Dont just think. But Think wisely.Dont just live. Live happily.
My friend . . .For me, the opposite of black is not white. It is simplyany color that is not black.It can be red, or it can be orange. It is anything NOT black.
If you think the world is black and white,If you think u are the best among the rest,If you think you are a god among insects,then perhaps u shud go out more.
See other people, and try to look at other thingsrealize that there is a greaterbigger thing out therethere is a bigger happeninginside the giant spiral
Dont be black and white.I used to think like that toobut that was yesterdayI'm kinda different now.
You can live a colorful life.bcoz You have a choice.
I do not expect to be immortal.I only wish to live my life to the fullest.Pretty simple and common, huh =)
I wish to loosen the strings that bind me through my bloodand my society. So I can walk the road less traveled.So I may realize my part in nature and thebigger greater scheme of things.
And so . . .
I may know nothingness in the void.
Live free.
-mungkey

I'll be back.

:)


soon.

My Brain Profile at Mind Media

http://www.mindmedia.com/brainworks/first-paragraph.jsp

mark, you exhibit an even balance between left- and right- hemisphere dominance and a slight preference for visual over auditory processing. With a score this balanced, it is likely that you would have slightly different results each time you complete this self-assessment quiz.

You are a well-rounded person, distinctly individualistic and artistic, an active and multidimensional learner. At the same time, you are logical and disciplined, can operate well within an organization, and are sensitive towards others without losing objectivity. You are organized and goal-directed. Although a "thinking" individual, you "take in" entire situations readily and can act on intuition.

You sometimes tend to vacillate in your learning styles. Learning might take you longer than someone of equal intellect, but you will tend to be more thorough and retain the material longer than those other individuals. You will alternate between logic and impulse. This vacillation will not normally be intentional or deliberate, so you may experience anxiety in situations where you are not certain which aspect of yourself will be called on.

With a slight preference for visual processing, you tend to be encompassing in your perceptions, process along multidimensional paths and be active in your attacking of situations or learning.

Overall, you should feel content with your life and yourself. You are, perhaps, a little too critical of yourself -- and of others -- while maintaining an "openness" which tempers that tendency. Indecisiveness is a problem and your creativity may not be in keeping with your potential. Being a pragmatist, you downplay this aspect of yourself and focus on the more immediate, obvious and the more functional .

Hmmmm . . .
now its june . . . will i go back to skool ?
nah ... maybe next semester ... my pocket is still empty ...
and i have to take care of myself ...

wer have you been , u ask ...
well i have been where no man has ever been ... haha

well ... honestly ... just hangin around ... i applied for
a job on a printing press ... i now work as
a graphic artist ...but only part time ... i work part
time in an internet cafe too...

a little web design ... here and there ...

well ... nothin big really ... just doin nothin ...

I might be wasting my time ... just doing
things instead of going to skool ...

but hey ... if i had the money, id go to
school, God knows that ...

people think i spend-waste-and-squander
all the money my parents gave me ...

owsh ????

is that ur garbage i see on my backyard ???



most people tend to judge by what they
see, and what they feel ... they look
at you and make up stories at the back
of their minds ...

then attach these stories to your life ...
and tell them to other people ... and
other people would accept them
like true to life stories ...

and all the time you never had a signle clue
about what people think about you ...
and you walk ... walk the streets
without a head ...

but i don't care ... i never asked them
to like me ... never asked to feed me
never asked them to love me ...

i always learn the hard way ...

they want me when they need me


thought was blind.
but then i figrd
i was just asleep ...


now i am wide awake ...

and still i dont care ...

i dont give a damn about what
they say ...





people reap what they sow . . .


I never planted anything bad . . .
i checked every seed i planted ...
and i planted them in good grounds ...

u wer careless ... now the plants grew
and they r not what u expect them to be

u wanna start a fire to burn them down ...
but be careful ...
be sure u know how to deal
with the flames ...

You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight
through, and you'll get the point, an awesome one, that it is trying to
make!

1. Name the five wealthiest people in
the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy
winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the
Miss America contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the
Nobel or Pulitzer prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy
Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of
World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.
These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies.
Awards tarnish.
Achievements are forgotten.
! Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your
journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped
you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught
you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have
made you feel appreciated.
5. Think of five people you enjoy
spending time with.
6. Name half a dozen heroes whose
stories have inspired you.

Easier?

The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not
the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care.

Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your
life.
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.
It's already tomorrow in Australia.

----- Charles Schultz





Can I kiss ur feet Charles Schultz

Ahhhh ... new year. Breathin some fresh air here in the mountains.
All I wanna say to my old "evil" self is ...

"Go away .. and never come back ... go awaaay and never come BAck!!!"


Hahahaha. Familiar line ?
Yeah. LOTR 2 TOWRZ

Heheheh.

Merry Christmas and a Happy new year Everyone.

;)

God bless ya. He loves yah, and he never fails ya.
Ciao!

havent blogged for a while now.
im doing something else ...
playin good 'ol tekken 3 wid my brother
making my new webby too ...
new webby

I am 25% evil.




I try to stay away from evil deeds but succumb to temptation every once in a while. I'm not quite on my way to hell but I certainly have some explaining to do.


Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com


I am 40% skater.




I'm new at skating but I am trying. I'm going to keep skating, get my basics dialed and then start working on some harder tricks. Who knows, in a few years I could become the next Tony Hawk.WTF


Take the Skater test at Hilowitz.com

MOM: Mark wer leaving. we'll be back tomorrow. The food is
At the kitchen. I covered them up so weird creatures
wont eat them. Close the doors. Your brother's gonna
sleep here tonite so u take care of him. The blankets. The sheets.
Ur brother Didnt bring extra clothes.I put his things on the box under your bed...
You know where I put the medicine and the socks the clothes.
Blah bla ...
ME: k ... *click click* wow enhanced defense!
MOM: Mark, are you listening. There's a big rain coming so
Close the windows alryt? Wer leaving now ...
ME: Ya ... *click* yeah baybi level up and new skill...wooo!
MOM: OK wer goin now... are you hearing me ? U listening ?
Are you in this world ?
ME: mur mur mur murr ... *clik clik clik*
MOM: Here are the keys. Wer leaving now ... Hello ? are you there?
ME: YES !!!! ... Yes ...
MOM: Good. At least ur listening ...
ME: YES! YES YES YES ... I got a new armor!
MOM: Oh God, help him .. he's hopeless ...
ME: *pause game* IM NOT HOPELESS!
MOM: Oh at last ur awake.
ME: YES! Ma , just just ... just go. I'll take care of
everything, aight. Dont worry.
MOM: Ok, watever u say Mr. King ur majesty.
ME: Im not old. *unpause* *kzzzt click click*
MOM: Heh! Ok, prince ... ur majesty
ME: OK That's cool! Thanks ma! Hehehe *click click* Wooo I killed em all ...

[morning the next day]

ME: *clik clik* hmmm...hmmmm....
MOM: My goodness. U didnt sleep!
ME: Great coffee ... *clik clik*
No more sugar in the container though ...
MOM: Dnt u realize you have a class at 8:00 !!!
ME: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
Save and exit Game.
Shutdown PC.
ME: No batteries on the alarm clock.
Ma, wake me up two hours ...
ME: am gonna sleep quickly now
MOM: grrrrrrrrrr......

*clank!!!*

ME: Ouch!!! *faint and fall into deep slumbr* zzZzzz...
MOM: There are times when a frying pan is more than useful
MOM: ok, lemme cook ...
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Haha. Joke.

OK, evil me. That was before.


Ok, finally I did it. I stopped playing Diablo 2 L.O.D
Yes Yes. I am back n d real world. Mom's gonna be
real happy now. Hehehe.

And so Its sunday and I have a gazillion assignments.60 and 80
page reports to be submitted on the 26th and one PHP website
for the next few days Plus an busienss report for English.
I have to start NOw. Demmit. But I have a lot of
"other" things in mind. Things that I want but I dnt
really need. this is bad ... really bad ... I am bad.
Lazy. rrrrrrrrrrrrr ... *slamhead*


I noticed my hair. I dnt remember the last
time I used a comb. It was always my fingers doin the hair
job. So I went to have it trimmd and so. Then I left.
I was feeling kinda
blank and all so I went to roam around. I went to school.
Sunday, no classes, but everybody was there. Intramurals goin on.
I am not sporty. I never was. I always failed in almost
all sporty things I did. I was clumsier than mr. bozo the
clowniest clown. Thought I was wasting time watching things
that I cannot enjoy so I went away. I tried the bookstore.
Its been eons since I last visited a bookstore. I was lookin around
and just scanning book titles. I went to the computer section.
it was the usual thing. its like a habit when I go to bookstores I
lookat the computer books area. But I dnt buy. I never bought
a computer book. So expensive. Just wanna watch. Hehe. Then I
saw a familiar name. An author. Ah... my favorite. BO SANCHEZ.
I like his style of writing. He has this funny way of preaching.
Not to much on the mixture or doctrines and technical theories
behind christianity, but more on the human self. More on the soul.
More on the real life everyday experiences. I like that.
Im not very religious. and I am not a good boy. I am a baddie.
But I just wanna read. I wanna get the book.But I didnt have money. I mean
All I have is but 200 bucks. And thats all. And I still have a week
or so. The book is 175. But for some reason I took the book
just threw it up the counter . The cashier lady was in shock.
She cudnt talk. She looked at me. She had second thoughts about
getting MAD or takin the money I was holding. Then I broke
the silence, I took the small book, I tossed it, and then
catching it I said, "uhm .. uh.. surprise? hehe"
And she smiled and shook her head, got the money.

I read the book. Its nice. I passed by burger machine and ate.
I read and read .. and walked and walked. I didnt notice I was
home already. Wooot! Just a Few miles. LOL


The book is a funny Christian Inspirational.
I was almost on the last page when I got home.
Its nice. Here's a snippet


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#6 page 31 Thank God He's Boss!
A Simple Path to happy Holiness.
BO SANCHEZ



I'm a hopeless romantic. My one recurring fantasy is to comopse
my very own sentimental love song and sing it to the woman of my dreams.
I would stand before her, gently strum away at my guitar and sing my
soft serenade, as she caressed a long-stemmed freshly-picked red rose.

And after my rendition, she would smile at me, her pretty
eyes gazing lovingly at mine. and say with all solemnity,
"Your singing voice reminds me of my old washing machine on overload."

Gulp. I would fall face down, my heart shattered
to a million pieces ... Yet as I near the
brink of despair, I would suddenly feel her tender
and warm hand touch my cheek. I'd look up and see her
naughty grin and her dancing eyes. "Don't worry. I
love my washing machine."
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God will love us even if we sound like an old washing machine on overload.


Haha (^_^)

God bless you my friend.
(Now I sound weird again)

Just don't mind me. Im tryna be good.
*wink* (~_^)

I wanna Play.

For w while there ... i thought i knew what i really wanted ...
and that i wanted to be alone ...
But it didnt make me happy ...

I was walkin a lonely path ...
nobody really cared ...

but deep inside me .. i didnt wanna be lonely ...

i wanna do i what i wanna do and have the things i want ...
i wanna go to where the wind would take me ...
i was beginning to think the wind was my best friend ...

but the wind does not talk ...
the wind only whispers inaudible sounds ...
sounds that flowed with the wind ...
sounds from millions of miles away ...

the wind is flowing ... it has a deirection ...
but constantly moving in random ...

my heart longs for adventure ...
I dont know where im goin ...
i dont know who will i meet ...

all i know .. is that i know nothing ...

nothing ... of the days to come ...

"The bug is in the eye of the beholder . . ."
"Out side of the perfect world and more of the "real world"
"Sometimes the "real" world dictates that we have to do things in ways we would rather not of there were better alternatives . . ."

- The Science of Debugging

Matt Telles
Yuan Hsieh

There are people who would choose their friends ...
there are those who get chosen before they make the move ...
popularity can mean gold for most people ... and it is gold for
the so called civilized and social ...
the need to be needed ...is modern man's greatest need ...

me ... I , myself and a few other "outcasts" of society prowl
the urban zone in darkness ...

U ...
inc0nsiderat3 pe0pLe ...
prejudicezZzzzshit !!!
fake smiles ...
make friends only to those who radiate ...
only those popular people ... only the rich and famous ...



at times you were down ... needed our help ...
and we did the job ... we dint even woke you up in ur sweet dreams ...
just to tell you that everythings ok now ...

we live our lives and we feed our loneliness and hurt
with this happiness of helping people without letting them know about it ...

and spite all the things we did .... all the sacrifices i made ...

(--_)

it hurts me ... to think... that u refuse to know the real me ...
u judge me ... even before you ever knew me ...

u tell the world ur normal ... and wer not ...

we are low level creatures ... and ur the superior ones ...

well ... whadevr u say ..

wadevr u say ...

I'll never bother u again ...

im sorry if i have offended u in any way ...

and sure ive wasted ur precious time ...

my apolojeeez.

I failed this exam coz i forgot to exchange the text underscore with an Image undescore which is NOT FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS of course. Plus I made this script generate random Words instead of just the word "computer". Oh well, a price to pay for going out of bounds. I have to blame myself. My bad. I did my best on this one ut no use.

hehe.

Silly mungkey talking ... heheh. ... duznt really matter

:)

Here

Wordpower
wordpower old
hangman

my webby at school



Rhye and Bernhard, check out this HOT chik:
http://www.purehotmodels.com/pix/nyi.php

No matter what i do and how much i try . . .
I can never please everybody . . .
not everyone . . .
I cant even make myself happy . . .
(--_)

sorry. i cant finish dis webby. I just feel bad that
this webby o mine is just sitting here. i wanna
finish it but dayamn i cant i have a lot of work
to do. i have to survive first b4 i can do webbies ryt ?
hehehe. grrrr .... i promise myself when all
my other worky worx are done ... i'll finish this one.

but who cares any way ...

It was my bday yesterday - yesterday, july 23
Hehehe. So i hd to blog without a particular reason in mind.
Just my bday. Hehehe. Wokie. Das all. :)

This is to remain untitled.
i'm sorry I feel this way ...
I just feel fukn accelerated ...
I feel I shud fukn rebel ...
Nah I shud probbly just drop it.

U really think u know everything ...
Ive got no problem with that ...
Just get the fuck outta ,uh way.

I know ur the main man ...
the whole damn world looks up 2 u ...
Ur the biggie, and I shud humble myself
and play ur game... and that I shud obey first before I complain

I am playing ur game ... am I not ?

U dnt really hur me much ...
I was born to take this much punishment...
but I can see all thepain uv put
on all the other people ive learned to love
and live with ...

When all this is thru and done ...
I'm gonna get my life's
"fifteen minutes" share ...
and I will see to it ... I will make gawd
damn sure ... u play ... OUR game.

uv been eating dust all ur life...
now time has given u an opening ..
a chance that u grabbed ...

now u can stand ...
now uv lighted ur candle ...
and ur giving it ur all ...
u are at ur peak
ur light is tha candle's flaame

but the candle's burning ...

the flame will be consumed
by whatever it consumes ...
and soo u will grow weary
ur time shall come and u know it
so much to do but so little time

the soul is willing but
the body is weak ...

now will it all end with nothing ...

now u come to decide
and u light another candle...
it is not ur a candle ...
it is that of another ...

ur light is not lost
but it is reborn ...

ur life has come to an end ...
but ur light still shines ...

u will never be forgotten.

ever since that day
everything came into gloom's dark spell
even the dark creatures dare not break the silence amidst
as the wind blew I can hear the echoes of never ending pain
pain that would make death a better option...

I thought it was all over ...
but the pain that death brings ... haunts me
I thought they did it once and for all...
but it was all a failure ...


I am all alone now .. and I have to decide


All doubts subsided ... now I come to choose ...
I choose not what is right ... not what is wrong ...

I choose what is heroic.

I must be insane but this is not the time
to argue with myself.

Its time to save the world.

/ame sorry runs like a cycle ...endless waiting of fogiveness ...will i never be able to redeem myself ... the price that I have to pay ... is a price eternity cudnt afford :(

im at the brink of loosing my sanity ...
Now I understand my parents .... and how they did
sacrifices for me ... still i was ungrateful ... i hate myself ...
I'm sorry .... I'm not the good boy ... Im not award bagging ....
Im not the type that would make my parents proud ...
not the type that would make my friends happy ...
Im just me ... But I'll make it up .. I promise ....

I worked for that shit. I know I deserved something better ... but ... hah. I'll let it pass.
:( Its always the ppor guy hus gonna get nothing after doing somthing ...

I paused computer adiktzion for a while
The usual Filipino Holy Week trip - try to be a good boy
I stayd in our old house -- a place where i grew up
A few things have changed ... almost the same view,
same atmosphere, same sounds I could hear ...almost.
Almost the same people ..
So quiet and peaceful .. and limitless fresh air
The fruit trees, the carabao on the ricefield ...these
reminded me of my childhood. Memories ...

I got bored eating and sitting with the family watching
"Seventh Heaven" which is the only program on TV
I went to muh room and played around with paper and
pencil. I just rammed the pencil up my nose and
ate the paper. HAh! Joke! I did drawing stuff, duh!

I textd a gurl I like. I made a lousy move. I tossed
a grenade up in the air, and blew everything up.
Well, I didnt really expect a checkmate, but just to
fight my boredom. My friend, that was my best
achievement for this time period.

Now Ive done it.

Oh well ... I'm used to it.
They don't call me freak of nature for nothing.

; )



[zeeye] Zams, gud luck sa PMA! : )

Phew ... i missed my clan reunion because I have to take my Final exams.
I sure missed the fun. And .. ah nothing.

Congratulations to the graduates.

I have been too immersed bout muh wrk and other people's work that I took as my own. I blame myself for everything.
I had to get the 3-5 hours sleep. I badly needed it in between my work, extra, and school.

i hate myself for being so dumb and stupid ... so naive ...


She told me.

I was dead numb.


I guess this is good bye ...





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my greatest ambition ... is to save the world.
Funny but true.

After ten long years ... my father will come home ...

a few people have been masking plastic in front of me. Particularly my close friends, people I see around me, people I used to talk to ... I have promised myself to be deaf and blind of all the sharp and hurting words that my friends tell me ... because they are my friends ...

Somebody burned my brain ... and now I am beginning to realize that most of the time ... I am selling myself short.
A lot of people are expecting a lot of things from me ... I do a lot of things for other people but I can't even do anything for myself.
If this will not stop ...i will break ... I know I will ...like anyother machine ...I will break ... I will wear out ... and everything else will change ...

"In art, there is nothing to show off ... only something to show."
mungkey

Haha, I made a saying saying quote!

Sorry my friends ... I disssssappoint you ...

I have hurt my mother's feelings ...
I messed up kakai's picture scan ...
I simply cant go to the party at rodrigos place ...

I am a mess ...

I should STFU