Friday, July 16, 2010
Sige po. Ituloy lang natin yang bisyo na yan...
Kay sarap pala talaga pag ang buhay ay kasing payapa lang ng tugtuging umaalingawngaw sa mga pandinig natin sa pamamagitan ng earphone na nakasukbit sa ating balikat habang nakakabit sa cellphone, ipod, o PSP natin.
Kay sarap lang talikdan ang gulong pumapaimbulog sa mundong ginagalawan natin: Walang stress, walang hirap, walang gulo at higit sa lahat, pawang wala namang problema pala.
Ang yaman mo kid! Isipin mo, may sarili kang mundo?!
Why would I not choose running away from my life through this music infested mobile phone when, the truth is, it lessens my chances of acquiring stress related sickness that can kill me? I have no doubt that this habit of listening to anything musical would definitely make me forget how stupid I am of accepting to be slave to the world I am living in: family problems, love-related pains, work induced stress, etc.
Ako ay masaya. Dahil kahit mabingi man ako sa lakas ng dagundong ng baho sa musikang pinangtapal ko sa butas ng tenga ko, kampante pa din and puso ko na ito lang ang maaaring makasakit sa sandaling 'to. Sana nga lang di mag-lowbatt ang pinanggagalingan ng tugtugin - o kaya'y maubos ang collection ng musika ko.
Pag nagkaganun, sasakit na naman ulo ko. Pano kasi, kelangan ko na naman bumalik sa realidad.
Friday, June 11, 2010
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
Monday, April 5, 2010
Whenever I feel so alone, I hug myself so tight that I can feel myself succumbing to unreasonable reasons and incomparable emotions well beyond expectations.
I might sound jibberish and obscure but my heart tells me I need to be: To drown myself in thoughts of life and love without laughter and peace. To pre-occupy my life with unworthy causes filled with impeccable detail and analysis.
I gain prestige protecting my heart from people who unknowingly hurl negative emotions that's not worthy of my attention and love.
That's a skill I developed within myself so that I can still live, sanely.
Now, I dream on... EMO at it's best.