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Seize The Day

2006-01-12T08:54:00.000+08:00

Never in my whole life did I expect myself to be writing again in this absurd thing called a blog! What kind of boorish peasant would be caught dead displaying their flurry of vast emotions upon, well, an electronic mess of circuits programmed to supposedly put into reality the thoughts and ponderings of a mind starving for an outlet. Well, in my case, the kind of boorish peasant that would be caught dead... yata yata.. is someone who has a lot of time on their hands. I, personally, do not have "a lot of time" but rather I deny the fact that I am of lesser days on this earth if i continue (about 20 seconds have passed since I began writing on this thing) on writing... and writing... and writing. Why do I write? Why do I reject time? I write because in all honesty, I am a frustrated artist. An artist who paints images and creates mastepieces with a fucking pen! I have spent 19 fucking years of aspiring to be one but where do I end up? In Ateneo, 3 BS MGT! Achievement? Yes! Fulfillment? Yes! Dreams and Aspirations complete? Well... go figure! Seems like everythings ok! Pero am I a writer? HELL NO! Do I read lots of books to improve myself? HELL... well um yeah i read lots of books, good ones bad ones sad ones happy ones fuckin sensless ones!

So now I'm done with the Bull Crap thats just essential to scrape out of my mind before really writing. It was Blondel who mentioned action... about completion of being... seizing the day! Well I'm gonna seize the rest of my days! My blog won't remain stagnant anymore... I'll post some of my shit! For anyone who reads this pasensya na, nah to hell with you hahaha! Let the buyer beware...

Time Mountain Dune

2005-05-18T16:26:00.000+08:00

One and two ticks the clock
Waiting for the final tock
For in its turn winds the three
But do so ends life's little spree

Rhythmn no its lithium pumping
Thinking of the feeling going through the ceiling
Rise litte waterfall go through the sky
So I go up and down into the sly

Purgatories haunting cries clam up
Nights silent prayers then fit into a cup
Hordes of them wait for that hour past 59
Clam up and wait, do I have the right time?

Once In a Lifetime

2005-05-03T08:55:00.000+08:00

Odd numbered dreams
Have passed me since that day
Single lettered sentences
Echoed a sweet sounded stay

The luminous days and glistening nights
A past emptied of gladness
But since presence lighted the skies of flight
So has affection felt unto sadness

Heart sings gravitational sonnets of such elemental beauty
Whispers she hears of words meant to be
Of countless days I numbered
When there you were right with me

Writers note: Is it not great to be... just to be...

Take Me Away

2005-03-03T08:32:00.000+08:00

I cut away regrets, remembering only you
But why is it that leaving was all there was to do
One last plee is all I had to say
Please... Just Take Me Away...

Duress

2004-08-05T16:19:00.000+08:00

Written are my words of which I know are of my minds creation
Yet these same words recited in verse all narrate suppression
'Tis not the mortals coil that sums a vice like hold
But of the winds sweet angelic breath that the keeper stirs the mold

Twisting, turning a cataclismic trembling like my stomachs little bowel
Vultures await my arrival...
Maggots make such sweet sounds...
I never realized how the darkness sang so loud...

And then again what of dreams and the thing called consciousness?
Finished am I with this nonsense
I best stay amidst the stagnant rocks
And feel volition from moans of grandfather clocks

-Duress is a Restraint or danger, actually inflicted or impending, which is sufficient in severity or apprehension to deprive a person of free choice

Be Jammin! A Wanna Jam it Wid You!

2004-08-05T15:51:00.000+08:00

POem of miNe

MInsan ako ay nag iisa
Nakahilata sa kama
nagiisip...naglalakbay ang imahinasyon
ewan ko ba
bakit ba pag la ako ginagawa
nagiisip ako
ng mga bagay
na malalim
minsan sobrang weirdo
pakiramdan ko masyadong seryoso
masyadong makatotohanan
minsan
d ko gusto ang pakiramdam
para akong tinatabunan
nalulunod
waaaaa
saklolo
tulungan nyo ako!
-Epis Roxas

Me and my HS buds were quite different or maybe even strange. We do lots of things but whats innate in all 5 of us is that we like to write when we feel like writing. Eh since matagal na kng hndi nagsu2lat magpo2st ako ng gawa ni Efraim Roxas na isa sa apat na henyong sabog ang utak. Ef, my friend and kapwa poet.

Blind

2004-07-27T16:02:00.001+08:00

Oh the price of being yet again retuned to a frightful beginning...
Engulf horizons that you may reincarnate upon an autocrats likeness
The vehemance of dragons echo with every step
Even whispers devulge the reverberating wails of wraithlike banshees
Moonshine mirrors fabricate for each a glass like stare

Supremacy dictates the creation of regret...
Unearth the behemoth embraced in his rabid wounds
Beckon the cherub gliding on unrequited prayers
Dreams are but ephemeral hopes that are of veracities benevolence

Far-fetched slips from incognizant clouds skipping thought to thought
Overlook I may not for memories are quite the creative toy
Imagine how much of everything owned clears not what is to fear
So as a relived eternity soiled, begins the natal emergence

Dot dot dot

2004-06-05T22:16:00.000+08:00

First of all, una sa lahat, maraming salamat kay Ms.Marie Char Wawie sa pagayos ng blog ko. Di magiging possible ang pagsulat ko ng aking mga kalokohan at kung ano pa man kng di dhl sa kanya.

Oh aking blag kay tagal na nating di nagkita…Ngunit ito nga ba ang muli o huli kong pagsulat dito…?

Sadness: is a mere understatement for all the things that have gone by. The last raindrop before summer…the last leaf before winter…even for awhile, mothernature lets you grasp these little wonders in your hand. And in this short, sweet moment you then realize that in your hand lies a miracle and that it is not yours. You feel the warmth, tenderness and glow of everything around you. But only those things that are now gone become truly memorable… Childhood? Maybe so… no! Let me spell it out for you to be clear
L-O-V-E.

So am I sad??????????????(14 Question marks) To be utterly butterly honest…YES!!! I am forever sad…It’s nice to feel sad don’t you agree? 4 no 3 yes 2 nah 1, 3x the price of what already has begun. Why yes not no I wonder how, I wonder so. Blabber I go and blabber I do, but the truth is I really truly loved you…

Heartfelt warmth of my insides exploding into array of feelings not yet met by the minds and thoughts of those beings who understand not feel.

I remember saying these exact words… “I’ll always be here for you”. Some people, given the circumstances would probably look at me and say that I am just a liar. But just to say my side… I’m still here for you, I did what I had to do bcoz I was selfish but also bcoz I was hurting you. A cliché in many ways but believe me despite the circumstances and all the people around you… believe me I’M ALWAYS AND STILL HERE FOR YOU…

Look at me and what do u see!?!

2004-02-26T08:12:00.000+08:00

A few words from mr. Reg Rubio's song called "Pigface" is what I've chosen my title to be. I guess it kind of fits in to my status as a "tao" of this world could be.

Napakasaya ng buhay ko ngayon! 'Ina walangkatapusang paggawa ng papers, walangkatapusang pagaral sa mga kung anu-anong tests, walangkatapusang pagharap at pakikinig sa mga walangkakwentakwentang balita ng mga paninira sakin! 'king bwiset tlga! Pero hindi yan ang pinunta ko d2! Namiss ko lang talaga ang pagsusulat... Naging isang kabahagi na ng buhay ko ito... Mga produkto ng aking imahenasyon... mga imahen ng aking pagiisip... Mga imahen...

Nakakapagod din... Pero wala naman akong magagawa di naman mawawala yan, mga kailangan sa buhay... Esensyalismo ika mga ni ginoong yapan, ang aking inspirasyon upang gumaling at kalimutan ang Pilipinas...

Ang baduy2 naman nitong entry ko di ako makapagisip...

Nga pala... Haha ung mga may kailangan... Ung mga humihingi... ung mga Nakakalimutan... Ung mga nagmamakaawa... Ung mga nakakaawa... Ung mga mahihirap... Ung mga naghihirap... ung mga kasakasama... Ung mga ewan... Ung mga un... nga pala... WALA!!!

"When shall i be who I ought to be... when shall i hear what i ought to hear... when shall i be contented with what i ought to be contented... when shall my life ought to be my own...I am swimming in the puddles made by my minds pool of dreams... Whats funny is its winter and all is frozen... My mind, myself, my being here in the purgatory of life..." -_)@cl<

Moon Jumper (A Cows Sad Little Tale)

2004-02-18T13:48:00.000+08:00

This short little story is part of my draft for what i think can be my project for lit. Haha fabulous! Fabulation!

So I see the lagoon all crowded up in milk as I travel through a certainly fitting hole of darkness. I packed with me not baggages for I am not going on vacation, just a dinner date with a plate called the satellite dish. Spoons and forks need not runaway for I am faraway, far far away from what you may call "my own little safe garden". The garden of eden it is not but what have I got to lose. I lost everything in a gamble, but the heck I feel so out of trouble. An emission, a stellar transmission coming from the place I once belong. They asked me in a quaint little dialogue about how high, how low, how little, how so was I a little less of what they wished they were a whole lot more. I am the moon jumper so let me be. I face the Nebels, the heavens galactic warriors in fast paced luminous velocity. SORry if you can't be as I am. Enjoy the presence of me, I am a victor. I have gone your superior. I am to be left alone. I am the cow who jumped over the moon.

The little dog not knowing where or when laughed until his hearts content of the cow and of the moon where morning shall engulf them soon. Dishes, cows, dogs and spoons when shall all be over soon? Not today, not tommorow but in the forks most righteous sorrow! The Dish ran away not knowing where to go took the spoon leving behind everything and anything, like my dinner eaten by a crow. Not a crow but a cat, who seems so little playing his oversized fiddle. A bit of swing and jiggle as he plays harmoniously several hundred times over a song called "hey diddle, diddle".

Gusto ko nang umimik ng kahit kaunti

2004-02-12T08:19:00.000+08:00

9This entry does not contain any of the stuffs I've done b4...)

Been a while since I just wrote a normal message... a normal "blog" entry... kaya here goes...
mahirap talga maging isang tao, kasi isa ka lang eh. Kapag inisip mo, hindi mo naman sasabihing "dalawang tao, o tatlo o kahit ilan pa man" kung tinutukoy mo ang iyong sarili. Maaaring sabihin mo na"ako" o di kaya ay "ang aking sarili". "Isang tao lang ako at wala akong magagawa" ang sasabihin mo pag sobrang daming inutos sayo. Haha naisip ko lang kasi... Kaya nga siguro ginawa nila ang mga salitang "kami" at "tayo"... Pero "kami" na nga ba? o kaya "tayo" na ba? Iilan lang ang taong hindi magiisip at sasabihing "oo" pagtinanong mo. Ang daming pwede mangyari sayo... sandali mo lang pinabayaan ang iyong "sarili" maaring mawala na rin ang mga pinagsasasabi kong "kami at "tayo"! Siguro kung pina-edit ko ang mga blag entry ko kay sir Yapan di na magdadalawang isip na markahan akong "f" nun! nakakatawa talaga dahil nalulungkot ako... di ko alam kung bakit pero seems like there's really sumthin botherin me... Baka itong suot kong shirt na nakakainis at ang pangit na ng collar, di bale mickey maws naman eh! Nga pala speaking oh shirts nahanap ko na ung isang tshrt kong pink na may hogwarts sa harap! Haha! Galing noh? kahit na isipin nyong pangit ang nahanap kong tshrt, believe me ang tagal ko nang hinahanap un. Di ko naman susuotin at dati ay lagi kong nakikita ito. Pero nung nawala sakin ay hinanap ko dahil akala ko ay laging andyan un hindi pala. Kakapagtaka cguro nagiba na taste ko sa pananamit pero parang ayos na suotin un eh! Ayos magkaroon ng gamit na naipapakita mo at kahit papaano nabibigyan kang halaga at ganun din sa tshirt na iyon. Luma ngunit forever na bago! Nagkaroon nga akong realization nung pumasok ako ng college eh. Na ung mga damit ko dating akala ko palaging magiging uso tulad ng mga elephants at nigger polo at shirts hindi pala. Tumatanda ka at ang hinahanap mo rin ay yung mga matitinong mga damit. Mga malinis tingnan. Hay nako... Pero alam mo di naman lahat nung mga damit dati ay "jologs" mayroon ka pa ring mga magagamit at ito ang mga nakakatuwang palaging magiging uso. Mga luma pero forever na bago! Di naman ako mahilig masyado sa sapatos, di kasi ako mahilig umapak kung saan saan! Haha! Fashion sense! Un ba ang aking ipinunta dito? Shit man grabe puro talaga ako kabalbalan! Anyway til next tym...

"ubiquitous I wish I could be
because the clock cuts short my own day
one hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
upon the cushion that supports my array"
~Trouble in 421 album Fungus Amogus in the early days there was Incubus

Am I?

2004-02-11T08:13:00.000+08:00

I can't become who I was 2 years and ten decades from a man who seems to be what I will be, but I can't go back now can I? I can't stop what dragged me along this perfectly clear winding road of my reality that hovers upon me throughout my days 2 years and ten decades from a man who seems to be a little bit queer yet happy in his own insanely berserk manner of putting his lifestyle to a brief close. Long and short, wrong or right, I can't really understand what it is the mermaids of the mind are singing yet listening makes me feel oh so well? So well indeed... What of the past and what of the present for I am a being who manipulates mind over matter in circumstances that need no changing. But can't you stop all these from changing you? The metamorphose fate that the world has put upon the clock of your grandfathers little time device has caught up on you in its slow but politely rude manner of devouring your memories. I am left in a bushel of thorns, waiting and weirdly enjoying myself... Alone I am but what are you? enjoying the every whim of friends from here to timbuktu... I am a little bit harder than stone yet I am no rock on which no house will stand against storms of tidal waves from oceans clouds... Could it be that I am so much different from what I am so predictabely going to be? So... I am... who I choose to be not a mere intruder of a space so given a value that it claims to be nothing, at least for me. How sweet it is to be loved by you, by you I am loved. Only you, but who are you? I am not looking for a fish amongst troubled waters. I am not looking for food to be consumed entirely! I am i need of something far more than that, and I know just what to do... I know what to think... But I hate being this way, away from the right of way... A present, a gift, a sweet little gesture? Wouldn't it be sweet and oh so tender? Please understand that I am in denial for who so ever thinks the same has yet to undergo my trial... I have become a story, a happy litlle sad song of wonder and mystery... Not that I am weird, maybe a little queer but not so so weird... Reach out? nope i'm goin to figure this out! Help? nah i'm too tired too help. Friend? sure everysomebody needs one. Stop! What and where supposedly? From your little cowardly mind thinking you could change um create... Could..? No... But I am he... Yes you are and this slightly makes what is to be the inevitabely impossible possibility of the time you have a wondrous enigma resonating throughout and about clinging onto the blood stained cliff of your peaceful anguish... giving you hope for the flowers of yesterdays books entitled what am I to be two decades ten years and some little micro mini seconds of the living, the undead, the banished, the vanquished, the light and the eclipse of the mind... my mind? Nah! Am I? Let me put it in terms that you can understand... Past is past and the future may come but what of the present life that has just begun? the every moment your eyes have opened the other door to another end... Hard it is to live like this... hard it is to be... I...

Dasvidania (When goodbyes aren't enough...)

2004-02-09T09:43:00.000+08:00

Humawak ka at wag kang bumitaw...

Hindi ko maramdaman ang ihip ng hangin at syang kamay mo na sa aking palad ay nakalapat. Hindi ko lubos na ikinasisisya ang mga pangyayaring ito dahil pati ang aking paningin ay nagdidilim. Hindi ko inasahan na magkakaganito ang lahat ngunit wag kang magalala, ang "lahat" na aking binanggit ay hinding hindi ko makakalimutan... Wala akong pinagsisisihan at wala akong nais baguhin. Lahat ng nangyari ay sya nang nangyari dahil sa mga ginawa na desisyon. Isang laro na ginawa ng panahon at tayo ang mga piyesa. Oh buhay bakit hindi kita maintindihan? Bakit kung kailan kita hindi nais na magbago ay syang mga panahon na sinasalubong mo ako ng mga pagsubok... paghihirap... at walang katapusang kalungkutan? Pero hindi sana kita nabigo dahil sa aking palagay kaunti na lang at makakamit ko na ang kasiyahang labis mong ipinagdadamot sa akin... Haha! Hindi pala, hindi pala, hindi pala... Haha! wala pala, wala pala, wala pala... HaHa! Haha.. haha.. haha.. Kahit kailan ay hindi kita maintindihan... Ano ba talaga ang perpekto para sa iyo? ano ba talaga ang nais mong makamit at mapatunayan? Bakit kay bilis mo kumilos at kay bagal naman ng napakakitid mong pagiisip? Hindi pwedeng madaan ang lahat sa pagmumura, hindi pwedeng madaan lahat sa pagbubura... Dito ko nakita na hindi pa ako handang pumasok sa panaginip ng aking kaluluwa... Bata pa ako't hindi ko alam kung ano ang mga lihim ng panaginip... Alam mo ba pwede bang magtanong? antay wag mo akong iwanan... takot ako... natatakot ako... ikinatatakot ko... tinatakot na ako... Mali ba ang aking ginawa? hindi hindi... tao ka at mahaba pa ang iyong maikling paghantong sa mundongnandito at minsang andoon... Sori at hindi na kita nakikita palagi... Sori at ako ang syang nagkamali ngunit hindi nagsisisi... Ikaw ang nasaktan at hindi ko ito ikinatutuwa... dahil ako ay hindi naman talga marunong lumangoy...

Humawak ka at wag kang bibitaw... sa aking kamay na nakalapat sa iyong palad habang ako'y nalulunod sa karagatan ng hinaharap, nakalipas at kasalukuyang bumabagsak...

Farewell... Dasvidania... Paalam...

"Hold on if you feel like letting go... Hold on it gets better than you know" --->>> walang kinalaman ito sa aking sinulat, napakagaling lang ng "statement"!

Mistah Jack! _)@c/<

2004-02-02T13:16:00.000+08:00

Naman ngayon lang ulit ako nakapagsulat d2! sbi ko pa nmn di ako magmimiss ng day! Well anyway kamusta na kyong lht? kamusta na si mommy? si daddy? si baby? si lolo? si lola? si browny? si blacky? ang iyong pusa? aso? kambing? at mga kaibigan mong kalahating mabait kalahating tarantado? Ei lam nyo pala, u know wat? Im feelin quite fine... know y? its coz i seem to have done alryt sa aking math midterms! well at least its finished! hmm... sumthin just came to my mind... this blog writing can be really addictive... sumthin that seems to crawl inside of you... katawa, katawa tlga kci di ko inaasahan na pati ako magsusulat ng ganito... anyway at least nashashare ko ang aking mga wasted brain cells na pumuputok putok na parang popcorn pag ako ay walang magawa... Ei remember dat last question i posted? the one about the earth being somewhat under the moon? well ill just discuss dat next tym, meron akng kaibigang nagtanong kasi at nagrequest na sabihin ko naman kung sino si Jackindabox kung tawagin. Si jackindabox ay naging alias ko ng ilang taon na rin, hindi ito ang aking ginamit nuong creative writing pa ako dhl iba ang pakiramdam ko noon at hindi ko nais madungisan ang alias ko na ito. Maalala nyo ang kantang jackindabox ng gryhoundz pagnkta nyo ito pero hindi ko ginaya ito. Nagkataon lang na gusto ko rin ang kantang iyon dati. And without further adieu, I give you the story of a sumthin inside of a box...

Where are we now? goin hell in circles, goin frickin round and round! Where are we now? im bent so out of place i cant even hear my tongue sing songs to you! where are we now? dont let go you might get lost and travel to that place you never wanted to go, you never wanted to see, you never wanted to... to be with me... Wait for me where are we now? sing with me where are you now? dont let go coz... coz...I dont know where are we now? Left alone, not me im not alone for I hear breathes of hope from the darkness surrounding me, I hear water dripping slowly, I hear shouting, crying, never the less I hear sumthin... Sumthin is with me, and sumthin I shall live with... Lost without you shall never be my words for I shall live far away from where are we now? Wait... I wasted my time on d net coz i wanted to answer sumthin of importance but how can I be a fool... how can I be so cruel... How can I know how?... How can I know where are we now? Ask writers and critics they wouldn't know any of my lyrics for all im sayin is comin from strange locked up feelings carved in my hearts 3D graphics...my minds demise, my souls remorse, petty things that are so strange to mention yet so untrue so vague in intention... Jackindabox as they call it is coined from the toy, a baby toy created from the mind of a sick yet ingenious merchant... Mr.Jack oh so slowly do I wind you up, wont you come out to play? Mr.Jack is it not yet time to show your face coz its past my bedtime and im about to pray? Mr.Jack wont you surprise me yet so I may get to know you on my dreams little carousel way? Where are we now Mr.Jack pls come out and tell me... Mr.Jack replied with a =)))))))))))))))))))))= oh so sweetly...

Parang pati ako di ko naintindihan ang sinulat ko ah??? pero yan si Jackindabox... sa muli nating pagkikita...

"Im puny im weak im a freak but im here to be strong like you..."

And So I Thought...

2004-01-29T12:01:00.000+08:00

Another day, another blog entry... The sun has yet to set on the Ateneo campus, birds are singing their sweet melodies of their voyages, students are still studyin for the upcoming midterms(which is tomorrow) and im still here! My day's in its prime, grabe ang saya tlga ngyn seryoso! Even though I'm really not that high or excellent in the things that I did today, kontento na ko dun pare! Sabi ng iba kaya ko pang madaigan ang aking performance, naniniwala ako d2 pero ang ikinatutuwa ko ay alam kong pinaghirapan ko ang lahat ng aking nakamit at maraming nagsasabing (one way or the other) na hindi kapanipaniwala ang aking pagtagumpay sa aking mga ginagawa!Biro mo I seem to have done well on my FIRST EVER orals(sa NSTP nga lang pero whats nuthin to you means a hell lot to me!) and also my math test? TSAWNG naka B+ ako! saya noh? So far so good is the day that wanes as it should but can it be? could it be? and can it last as it would?
Teka wala pa kong mga kakaunting kagaguhan ko sa blog entry na ito kaya ito ang mga kakaunting pahabol ko! Last tym may kwento ako 2ngkol sa mundong aking ginagalawan... ngyn tungkol naman sa aking kabataan (para medyo in memory naman of my ORALS na tungkol sa *&^%$#@ karapatan ng bata na yan!) Well ito... Iminulat ko ang aking mata at nakita ang buhay ko, ang lugar kung saan mawawala rin kasama ng kaluluwa ko. Muli kaming magsasama hindi ko alam kung kailan, basta sa ngayon ang alam ko ako ay nasa isang katawan. Tinatawag nila akong Josh at marami pang iba, ngunit ano ba nasa pangalan ko at pati na rin nila. Di ko alam kung paano ko iisipin, tanggapin ang mga katulad nitong mga "biyayang" binigay sa akin! Maniwala ka ngayon din, ngayon din ay ikaw maniwala, di biro ang buhay ko ang buhay ng isang bata. Di ko man maalala ang mga pangyayari, hindi naman ako kahit kailanman ay nagsisi. Ako'y isang taong gulang na mula sa aking kotseng nais matamasa, ngunit bakit parang napakabilis ng aking paghanap ng kabataang pagkalinga. Halika at ating hanapin ang buhay kung tawagin, labing pitong taon bago ang aking mga mata'y hindi pa sa akin...
Bakit ang kabilugan ng mundo ay napakadaling maglaho kapag ito ay matagal na umiikot at natabunan ng buwan na syang may misteryosong katangian ngunit taglay ang mga minimithing kagandahan? Abangan ang kasagutan sa aking susunod na blog entry! (haha pakiintindi na lang ang aking mga sinusulat kasi basta type na lang ako ng type) (teka angal kayo ng angal wag nyo a basahin mga P*&^n$ kng ayaw nyo)

Come with me, sing with me, dine with me, die with me...

2004-01-28T16:11:00.000+08:00

Hey neat i found a new thing to do on the net! Anyway just to start everythin right, I would like to explain why I joined this blog craze or whatever you may call it! Some may look at blog writing or any kind of writing for that matter as a thing that girls, gays, girls and gays, pc addicts, plain addicts, pokpok's in ermita, quezon ave, kalayaan, sa may taft, pati na rin ang mga nakakadiring baklang d mo maintindihan kung saang lupalop linuwa, at kng saan pa man would be doing. Well think of me what you may, read my blog and be the judge of me! Pero one things for sure d ako kht ano sa mga nabanggit ko!

Next thing, about the title... you'd probably think my blogs named after the book extracted from the mind of the greatest vocalist in the world Mr. Brandon Boyd! But actually its not... well cge na nga maybe just a little copied but I wrote this poem that has this last line about "white puffy clouds of my being here on earth..." maybe I'll find some time to post it or sumthin! Sa pa in relation to the thingy here on my socalled "page" bkt moon? bakit wlang PUFFY CLOUDS? bkt walang tungkol sa buhay ko? bakit ang galing ko magbasketball? bakit ang hirap ako matalo sa kahit ano? at kung anu-ano pa cguro ang tanong nyo! well ito ang aking sagot, sa kabilugan ng buwan makikita mo ang kadiliman ng mundong iyong ginagalawan at sa iyong paggagalaw meron kng makikitang ilang mga bagay na nagiging parran mo upang makatakas sa realidad ng iyong posibleng kinatatakutan o kinaiinisan sa mundo... sa mundong kahit kailan ay hindi ko naintindihan... sa mundong nais kong paminsan-minsan ay takasan... sa mundong pinagsasawaan na ang aking pinagsasasabi... ung sagot pala dun sa ano relasyon ng aking clouds sa moon? Wala lang ang ganda eh!Tingnan natin kung meron magbabasa ng aking mga sinusulat dito! d ako writer, pero I'll try my best to keep you entertained!

2004-01-27T15:56:00.000+08:00

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