im angry. so what.

logic is the act of complicating things so that one can appear intelligent.

hayy..so boring my tuesdays and fridays, 1-2:30pm. bukod sa pervert na ang prof na asa harapan mo..........may worse pa ba dun?tapos, drippin' wet pa on all noticeable places. aynaku! such an eye sore! kaya nga sa bintana na lang ako tumatabi para in case hindi ko na matiis, sa puno ng niyog na lang ako tutunganga.. dapat tlaga bearable pa ang philo11 classes dahil andun si RFE, pero mula nung last failed attempt ko to know his name na parang naistorbo ko siya at di man lang ngumiti, eh...natakot na ako sa kanya! nakakatakot kasi talagang tumingin..creepy! he's so mysterious! para siyang mumu..awooooooo.. (parang walang kuneksyon pinagsasasabi ko!)


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joke lang 'to pero i still want people to know... i want to be considered an artist. haha...alam ko wala akong karapatan pero gusto ko talaga eh!

you see, i don't want to know more about this world we live in. i don't even want to understand it further. because as i see it, this place i am existing will never be good enough for me. there are so many anomalies, deception, corruption, and the likes. i want to craft my own perfect world. of course, anybody can do that. that is the reason why we have taong grasas, mental patients, people we call lunatics...

to be an artist means to be free to generate a world of your liking without being robbed off your right to sanity. they can create the most disturbing painting and still sell it for thousands...they are recognized, hailed, never judged.

to be an artist is the most liberating thing for me.of course, that is my own opinion, my own want and my own dream. i won't say this is my passion because that is too strong a word to describe it. besides, i am still young to conclude upon that thing.

things can change over time.

before, i used to dream of being a writer. i also found freedom in it. but after meeting (ehem..) a pack of detractors and learning the sad fact that writing accounts for responsibility, i somehow lost a part of my desire to share my works to anyone. but i am still threading words and sewing paragraphs for my own satisfaction because i find it so therapeutic. it's like i posses a pensieve inside my own room.
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may business file si papa entitled "how to get the best out of life"...

hmm..question, is life something we make as we grow or is it some kind of a template laid out for us to fill in?

is life a science? a systematized body of stuffs?
is life an art? a creation through the many medium given to us?

do we get the best out of life?
or


do we make life out of our best?

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i have this principle in mind:

the best things (in life) are free.


kanina, nakita ko si guy-A (somebody i used to be interested with pero not interested enough) with a girl. nakasalubong ko lang naman.

flashback.dati tuwing nagkakasalubong kami, he used to pay attention.

pero kanina, he pretended not to pay attention! haha! kay feeling ko! pero basta! hayaan na akong mag-imagine..

nasabi ko nalang sa sarili ko:

"how sad........... for him. hindi na siya kasama sa listahan ko ng best
things.."

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walang gustong sumagot sa tanong ng prof ko tas tinawag niya yung isang girl:
"you, are you raising your eyebrows?"
haha..katuwang hirit!
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kaarawan ke kanung bata nang kristah..pakaligaya kayu ne? maluwat ya pang apulung banwa para manena yang lalaking karagul a buntuk..kaya para keka u-boy, pakaba ka bie!!

// posted by hello there @ 7:27 AM