August 2011
1 post
your typical bad kid.
i was a bad kid.
couldn’t give 2 shits about what they said. didn’t give a damn about the consequences. never up before 4pm, never back home before 5am. young and rebellious. school took a backseat to my life. partying was my only priority. i felt no fear and never understood regret.
i did lots of things i’m not proud of. but my family eventually forgave me and i pulled myself...
June 2011
1 post
“you don’t deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you.”
– paramore
May 2011
2 posts
February 2011
2 posts
crossroads
falling a thousand feet per second.
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sometimes life presents you with opportunities. they may not necessarily be good or bad, but they are opportunities none the less. being placed at a fork in the road screws up one’s compass. it leaves one feeling emotionally and mentally drained. dare i even say that it throws one into a bottomless pit of depression.
arriving to a...
January 2011
3 posts
what are friends for anyways?
sometimes, i lay awake in bed, thinking about what i’ve accomplished in my whole 25 (okay, okaaaay, 26) years of my life.
i made some wrong turns, bad decisions, dug my way out, and came back up to the surface. i certainly don’t regret a single thing. (except maybe my crap ass chicken scratch of a tattoo on my shoulder. it was the result of a stupid bet i made when i was 14 -...
November 2010
2 posts
inspiration
its been a while.
i remember my last long entry being on the eve of my print media exam. well folks, its the eve of my pr exam and i’m up (at 12am) writing this.
you know, i might be studying mass comm but the funny thing is is that i sometimes feel that writing can be such a chore. it seems as though, recently (i think), i lack the inspiration and fire. writing isn’t like...
October 2010
3 posts
believing you.
i don’t mind it, i don’t mind at all it’s like you’re the swing set, and i’m the kid that falls it’s like the way we fight, the times i’ve cried we come to blows and every night the passion’s there, so it’s got to be right, right?
i don’t mind it, i still don’t mind at all it’s like one of those bad dreams when you...
August 2010
2 posts
im funny. i know i am.
funny how you make me laugh with you, at myself.
its 1.22am and what i should be doing is trying to study for my print media exam tmr, but all i can do is think about thursday….
it doesn’t help that its so bloody hot and humid here in my house. the perspiration makes me restless and unfocused. my fan is making that whirring noise it always does if its over-exerted. the soft nibbling...
June 2010
1 post
how did we get so mean?
You used to hold the door for me
Now you can’t wait to leave
You used to send me flowers if you fucked up in my dreams
I used to make you laugh with all the silly shit I did
Now you roll your eyes and walk away
And shake your head
When the spark has gone
And the candles are out
And the song is done
And there’s no more sound
Whispers turn to yelling
And I’m thinking
...
May 2010
2 posts
when the shit piles on, its good to know you have...
you with the sad eyes don’t be discouraged oh I realize it’s hard to take courage in a world full of people you can lose sight of it all and the darkness inside you can make you fell so small but I see your true colors shining through I see your true colors and that’s why I love you so don’t be afraid to let them show your true colors true colors are beautiful like a...
April 2010
6 posts
“if two past lovers can still remain friends, they were either never in love, or...”
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the perfect soul mate?
you have to agree with me when i say, women spend a LOT of time working on their wishlist for the perfect man. the moment they’re handed a barbie and ken doll at the age of three, the list pretty much begins and never seems to stop growing. we wanna be barbie, and hot-DAMN we will find our KEN!
as the years move on, the notches on the bed post increase. and with that comes the increasing...
we all should do our part no? →
there’s not a single person i know that hates dolphins. so why kill them?
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my bathroom date
you know, sometimes amongst all the chaos…. you somehow manage to find serenity.
its been a crazy 3 weeks. i’ve been livin’ on the edge. there were times when i just wanted to jump up from my cubicle and yell. my body was sane but my mind was a mess.
and today like any other tuesday, i went to pilates class hoping to find peace but got my ass whooped instead. i went home half...
March 2010
1 post
what happened to freedom of speech.
February 2010
2 posts
d-day
and just like that…… the day is over. the 10th of february 2010 is over. it will never be repeated. it will never be replaced.
today was supposed to be a happy day. a day for fancy dresses, high heels and champagne. but today went by like any normal day. we all went to work, the kids left for school and the nigerian VP chaired his first cabinet meeting as acting head of state.
even...
creative anger?
its funny how some of my best work happens when i’m pissed.
i can’t seem to describe the creative juices that flow through mind when someone ticks me off.
for example: if some asshole cuts in front of me when i’m about to get on the escalator, i have the sudden urge to write an angry poem. or when i find out that i’ve been lied to, my mind comes up with all sorts of...
January 2010
7 posts
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where i get my fashion fix →
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when a heart breaks, it don't break even.
sometimes bad things happen for reason. and no wise words can stop the bleeding. but moving on is necessary for a better tomorrow. but how do you do it when you’re empty and the fight has left you?
i’ve come up with 5 simple rules i live by in the event of a break up.
1) know that crying is ok.
so what if crappy love songs make you tear? so what if you watch ‘love...
“without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?”
– confucius
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it takes years to build, and seconds to destroy
…..and then i started to reminiscene……….
when i was younger (and way lighter), my dad used to the carry me and throw me up into the air, then catch me. i always knew he would. there wasn’t a single shred of doubt. i trusted him completely.
when i got a little older, my dad would bring me to the swimming pool at downtown east. (not the crappy one now that’s on...
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how do you mend a broken heart (revised)
well folks, for undisclosed reasons, i was asked to remove this entry.
i’m not one to shy away from comments or get offended. in fact, i welcome comments. the world is diversified, and thats what makes it interesting. afterall, the whole purpose of a blog is to share thoughts views. (for all you old foggies out there, a blog is also to help keep a personal log of significant events, so...
December 2009
4 posts
wear NOT your heart on your sleeve
i believe the common phrase goes: ‘wear your heart on your sleeve’. definition? people who wear their heart on their sleeve express their emotions freely and openly, for all to see. i seem to be on the opposite side of the fence.
ever since my dad decided to leave us and start his own family wit some filipino nurse (they have a son together), i’ve been in a firm non-believer...
“L.O.V.E is just another word i’ll never learn to pronounce.”
– 3OH!3
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tis the season to be jolly
or is it? to me, its more like ‘tis the season to be broke’.
i completed my christmas list yesterday and yes, the list might be shorter. but boy did the presents get more expensive!
we didnt have the traditional family shopping day at metro this year. though i might whine and groan about goin to these family outings, a lil part of me missed the tiny squabbles about how expensive my cousin’s toy...
November 2009
5 posts
“when a guy starts making u feel ugly, u know he’s not worth it.”
“shopping is way cheaper than a psychiatrist.”
never say never
i used to think that blogging was for people with too much time and too little friends. i didn’t see the point of writing a lengthy paragraph or two, then have to work so hard to promote it. ‘Hey, here’s the link to my blog! Go check it out!’ don’t they have better things to do?
well, recent events have led me to believe that people really do not have better things...
this has to be the sweetest song ever made. okaaay...