2010.... 2011

Years.

You seem so long but you feel so fast.

I do still remember last year's event, what do you call it? Old Year?.

I got a Pilipinas Jacket from my uncle last year.

still i can remember my face from this picture

here's the evidence:

god that face of mine is so annoying.

this is so fast.

happening so fast.

anyway.

this is just a short blog of mine and it is late already.

my new year's resolution.....

i'll write it down then blog it before the school starts.

10 things that i don't want for Christmas

Ngayong malapit na ang pasko, asahan mo ang mga bagay na ito, pero sana hindi ako makatanggap nito:

1. MUG. ang malimit na nakatatanggap nito ay ang mga guro, propesor, guardya, magulang, empleyado at mga adik lang naman sa kape. minsan may drawing pa ito ng snowman, sulat na "merry christmas", happy birthday....jesus. at mukha ni satan... ay este santa.

2. SALAWAL o UNDERWEAR. kung hindi pink o flesh ang ibibigay sa iyong kulay malimit naman puti. 50-50 ang chance na tama ang sukat nito sayo. maswerte ka na kung makakatanggap ka ng neon orange na kulay. gaya ng suot ko ngayun.

3.T-SHIRT. kung hindi statement shirt ang ibibigay sa iyo. baka naman yung mumurahin na damit mula sa sm ang matanggap mo. pero gaya ng underwear asahan mo na mas malaki o kaya mas maliit sayo ang t-shirt dahil wala naman talaga sa plano na regaluhan ka.

may tawag dun eh. impulse buying na kung saan magugulat ka nalang kasi bigla mo nalang makikita sa listahan yung pangalan niya. badtrip no?

4. STUFFED TOYS. kailan ka ba huling nakatanggap nito? nung High School ako usong uso tong ang bigayan ng stuffed toys. kasi nga, sweet.. ang cute cute..

Ngayon, kung alam lahat ng tao na kikay ka, alam mo na kung bakit ka bibigyan nito. di masama na makatanggap nito ay babae, pero pag lalaki.. tsong, magdududa na ako.

5.PAGKAIN o FOOD. resulta to ng pagmamadali lalo na pag gabi na o kaya namay wala ng mapili. kung hindi mamon o cake sa Red Ribbon, Polvoron o Macaroon sa Goldilocks, pwedeng Ham o Fruitcake mula sa isang chinese store sa Binondo ang pwede mong ibigay.

Isang aspekto sa pag-uugali ng mga tao na kung saan ang pagkain ang kanilang escape route o last resort ng mangreregalo ito. aminin na nating lahat na di mo pwedeng pabayaan ang pagkain sa lamesa kasi mapapanis.

6.PICTURE FRAME WITH THE PICTURE OF THE GIVER. minsan pakapalan nalang talaga ng mukha. as in makapal talaga ang mukha.

7. SOAP, SHAMPOO, COLOGNE, DEODORANT AND LOTION. minsan may gusto lang talaga silang iparating eh. kumbaga concerned lang.

8. CD or DVD. para hindi naman nakakahiya bumibili nalang sila ng original na lumang album nila aiza siguera, aprilboy atbp. mula sa isang bargain sale sa astrovision, music one at odyssey tapos lalagyan ito ng sulat at kunwari dedicated sa kanila yung kanta.

you wish.

ikaw ba gumawa ng album?

9. KEYCHAIN. sinasabi nila na maaalala mo sila dahil daladala mo ito palagi. pero sorry, di ko talaga maisip kung saan ko ilalagay ang Minnie Mouse na keychain na to.

10. TXT NA "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! NEXT YEAR NALANG YUNG GIFT KO, SORRY AH."

ah ok.

sige.

i understand. pero naman, bakit mo pa sinabi na magreregalo ka next year? close?

di na tayo friends.

sabi nga nila it's the thought that counts.

Thought.

"Its the act of thinking"

pero pano pag sinabihan lang siya na batiin ka?

aray.

kaya ako, lalantakan ko nalang yung strawberry icecream sa ref.

sana di ako makatanggap ng mga ganyan sa pasko. pero wala naman yata magreregalo sa akin eh.

-E

A Bad Dream. NU107 Nu Rock Becomes Homeless

"You are listening to the home of Nu Rock NU 107"

When I am in my stultifying state in the afternoon. i usually turn the television on. as soon as I found nothing but crap in the television. I turn my music player on. and when it gets too old for me I turn the radio on.

Searching for the only frequency in my mind.

101.9

what the hell? wait that's a typo.

107.5

there. much better.

Nu 107 was not a joke.

Back in High School i was a fat ugly boy who knew nothing but boy bands and Britney Spears.

then my friend told me that there is a radio station that i will surely like.

then turned the radio on.

listening from a cellphone with a low reception i manage to listen to an unknown band.

listening to NU for days made me become a better person.

it ameliorated my life.

for days i have not encountered such boy bands from the past.

no crappy love songs that was sang vigorously by 5 people 4 guys 1 gay.

Life without NU will be hell.

to think after i graduate, i was planning to apply there.

to be a security guard.

a security guard with an electric guitar as my gun and a capo as my handcuffs.

that is dreamy.

Now NU107 will be gone.

I was mourning for it.

it was like i lost a set of fingers in my body.

it was like i lost a valuable friend.

it was like losing michael jackson

it was like saying goodbye to the titanic

it is like 2012

but one thing is for sure.

NU107 may die.

but their influence will surely remain in our hearts.

LONG LIVE NU107

for NU107 will be our home of NU Rock.

Hallo? Halloween

Yeah.

I have never thought that Halo-Halo can be so delicious in a cold evening of Halloween.

i took a doze of halo-halo last night. god it killed the rat in my throat.

with all of the candies and chips inside the fridge i came to realize why not halo-halo? it rhymes with the first syllable of Halloween.

Halo-Halo a Filipino food where you can eat it anytime especially on summer time..

but in my case,

i eat it anytime i like. especially in a cold night of halloween..

it has been a tradition that every 1st of November, we visit our dead love ones.. even not our love ones just a relative of ours (admit it).

we visit. we eat. we walk. we pray.

that's it.

but something have bothered me while we were walking towards the grave of my uncle, oh yeah not just my uncle even from the place where my father's grandparents lay.

well as my feet walked mindlessly to the muddy road of the dead, my mind thought that I was in a wet market where almost every single Filipino being is shouting to...

buy this..

buy here..

buy that..

much cheaper here..

my dick is small..

(wtf)

I even saw:

1.plates and frying pans for sale.

now what the f*ck is that?

even saw:

2.colored chicks..

yeah girls with different colors. with different hairstyles and shits.

no I mean is I saw chicks like this:

now what the f***.

they look like the dawn of the rainbow chicks from a carnival.

and in filipino term we use the word ADIK.

they look like adik. excons. inside the prison.

i mean why must they put a color on them.. what? fashion statement?

if you do not dye yourself you're not in?

i wonder what does the chicks think?

Chick1: what the hell? i look like adam lambert!

Chick2: glad youre adam lambert, i look like that f*cking fag from bruno

Chick3: you guys look like gay. sucks to be you guys.

(SPRAY)

3 mins later

Chick3: oh shit.

i felt ignominy for them.

3.i saw undergarments..

i mean why are there even underwear's for sale near the cemetery?

do they need to put Hanfords or So-Ens for the dead? i mean come on.

even saw skimpy outfits for kids . . . what is wrong with the world today?

next thing i saw:

4.Toys.

ok. with all the neon lights that almost every vendors around the cemetery.

what? see the light and can bring back your love ones? man you've got some sci-fi crappy brain.

I bought a toy, and i have to admit.... it's broken. made from china.

one thing is for sure..

dont buy from those guys again.

unless if its noodles or siopao.

yum.

5. Boyband Posters... oh wait, K-Pop posters.

Last time i checked it was the Westlife posters, Nsync, Backstreetboys.... April Boy Regino?

f*ck that.

now its U-kiss, super junior, 2en1 and other K-pop stuffs.

what's next?

Political posters?

im wondering.. will the dead put these posters inside their coffin?

Lastly

6. CDs DVDs... even Porn.

Okay now.

Like whoaw.

Do coffins have DVD players inside and a little tube?

Like.. what is going on here?

do dead people still get a hard on even if they are dead?

now thats really weird.

its like this:

Deadguy1: wow i got wall street and Skyline. i think its a clear copy but the hell with t i will still watch it, my son gave it to me.. so what have you got?

Deadguy2: ive got this Hayden Kho and Katrina halili scandal.

Deadguy1: what? that scandal was like a year ago.

Deadguy2: i know, i think my son saw this under my bed.

Deadguy1: yah, it shows, you look like a Dirty old man.

Now when going to the cemetery all you need to bring is food, family and a bag full of prayers.

and even a case of beer. bring it early so it will pass the inspection.

now if you'll excuse me, im going to eat my halo halo.

one question:

Have you visited your dead love one?

or have they visited you?

happy halloween guys.

dont forget to pray for them.

never forget the reason of this holiday.

(if anyone asks i wasn't here)

Blame

We hate it all.

yes. you hate it. admit it.

before the break of dawn from God's mysterious creation to Man's mysterious interventions.

Blame has been slithering all throughout our lives.

Lets look at it this way..

In the 16 century the people blames the witch in all of the bad thing that happens in them.

when they found out that you are a witch.

they'll burn you.

burn you alive.

till you die.

what if you dont even know what the hell was it about?

it will surely hurt like hell.

well yeah.

Blame.

I often find it lame to make a blame for everything is the same when you point out your blame.

why do we blame?

we save ourselves from something. something about ignominy.

We blame because we are not ready for such things.

we blame because we just want to.

Blame.

When a kid fails the exam, blame it on the Jejemons.

When a man becomes crazy, blame it on the drugs.

When a kid decides to become gay, blame it on Piolo Pascual

When a girl becomes moody, blame it on her period.

When a girl becomes a h*rny Little b*tch and starts to call paople at Quezon Ave, blame it on his molestful father.

When a man dies from hunger, blame it on the government.

When a film epicly fail, Blame it on the the director.

When a Child cheats the exam, blame it on his classmates.

When a driver crashes down at EDSA in the middle of the night, blame it on the car.

When a man becomes a s*x addict, blame it on the mass production of porn.

When the people patronize liposuction and facelifts blame it on mendez and belo,

When a person starts to have a six pack abs, blame it on Jacob Black.

When a kid starts to hit high notes, blame it on Charice Pempengco.

When a kid starts to criticize others and becomes a little less careful of what they are saying, blame it on Vice Ganda.

When a person says "Major, Major", blame it on Venus Raj.

When a person becomes really annoying, talkative and feels like his/her brain is connected to their mouth , blame it on Kris Aquino.

When people starts to become conscious with their bodies, blame it on the giant billboards of EDSA.

When a kid starts to like boxing, blame it on Manny Pacquiao

When a kids starts karate-ying his brother, blame it Jackie Chan.

When there is flood, blame it on the garbage.

When there is a hostage crisis, blame it on the President.

When a kid starts to have a foul mouth, blame it on the society.

When there is nothing else to blame.... blame it on God.

we blame such things all the time.

we never get tired of blaming.

blaming is inevitable in the human minds.

Blaming is like disease. when not watched, it will worsen.

Blaming is like a sacrifice. you take the blame and you save others from shame.

Blaming is similar to the word flaming, it burns you.

now all i could say is can we not blame anymore?

can we just take the risk and take the blame?

if you ought to blame another person.

Think.

Think about this.

How do i begin?

With every fiber of thoughts that i have given out,

with every hemoglobin of my type O blood has been given out,

with every salty sea like sweat that i have given out,

with every flakes of dandruff that i have shed out,

and

with every undying nights that i have given out.

Will i stop from where i promised to begin?

My words are not exactly like Shakespeare's but i assure you that my words are more than Shakespeare's.

i can do more. just wait.

i can give more, just wait.

i can tell you more, just wait.

i can write more, just wait.

i can create more, just wait.

i can shoot more, just wait.

I say I must begin now.

but how do i begin if i know that i cant even start it.

i would love to take the risk, but will you love it too?

i am ready for anything, just say something i'll make something.

give me a reason for my being.

but wait.

you are the reason for my being.

You and I are not perfect for each other, just like a dog and a cat, a rat and a cat, a butterfly and a cockroach.

Us will be the perfect word for each other.

Thesis it.

Thesis..

and the word was made flesh. and burdens among us.

Thesis.

The sis. it is not your sister but it will make a hell out of you.

Thesis.. a word that makes the word fear pop out of the students mouth.

a word that injects like a virus that you must do something about it.

a word that is not word, but a Tragic Disposition.

Thesis, a Greek word meaning "Position".

Position of such great intellectuality to be risen up and give applause.

The position of a higher order.

Thesis it.

Thesis.. sounds like a word disease.

yes disease.

a disease that spreads.

it obliterates a human while in bed.

Thesis can be an arsenal of arrogance.

for it gives recognition so that you can dance.

The process of creating it bleeds every single students alive.

thesis is a cancer that can never be burned.

it is omnipresent in every age.

makes you cringe every now and then.

It encumbers you emotionally, intellectually, physically, socially and all of the -ly that you can think of.

nevertheless thesis will never die for it will make you say "i'll die"

like a black coffee of bitterness, thesis disrupts the universe of thought where your cosmos begin to clinch their fist for thesis is an unhappy phenomena.

Thesis is a sick word. sick as the movie Saw, where you will choose to die than to suffer and be alive.

Thesis is like Ex-President Gloria Arroyo's voice, where you drape and scrape your ears while you listen.

Thesis is like the Ampatuan massacre.. where horror and trepidation strucked everyone's heart.

Thesis is like a heavy traffic in heat. it keeps you sweating until you reach your destination.

Thesis is like my ass. black and ugly as I may be disgusted.

Thesis.

A word similar to the word change riding the word fear.

For the other constant thing in a college student mind is thesis. for it will never be retaliated until you graduate.

This is not a form of judgement. but a form of sympathy.

learn to love not to hate. for thesis is not an enemy, but rather an educational tool to test your intellectual fool.

When the space was eaten by this.. this.. thing..

Pack up.

it's coming.

a blasphemous extremist that settles in a smoke belching like matter of which spectates and keeps you off guard until it eats you slowly. until you cant move. until you cant speak. until you cant think.

it hovers above like a tiny atom that surely knows what you are.

Speaking is a sin unless it is not absurd.

for pleasure is different in its taste.

the space defines a peaceful quiet Zen like drop of water in time warp. Slowly curves my mind in what essence does it portray? like a music that is sung by Sitti, or a sweet saxophone solo by John Coltrane.

as the space rest. the matter eats. in abhors everything in its right place.

succumbs every energy that supplies it, like when Blackstar sucks powers to the protagonist.

unlike this thing it doesnt suck. it feeds on you slowly until you feel nothing but ignominy and relinquish all of that you have done for.

an act of exasperation may lead into a fatal death.

my mind is restless. im confused. i could say nothing but i can deploy something.

7 things a real man must never do while lifting weights

Sometimes manliness is fading inside the muscular facilities around the Philippines.

now here are some misguided properties that may surely help you rethink what you have done inside the gym :

1. Staring at the weightlifters. A man who looks at another man is incredibly homo. especially when you are not instructed to look at them performing the right symmetrical angle for lifting weights.

2. Talking like Kris. We all know that no man is an island, but it would be much better if you were referring to the opposite sex. Talking rapidly like the girl host of SNN to an another Adonis while he lifts weights will surely bug him and will think of you as a homo who wants to touch another man's penis.

3. Lift to Impress. The most bullshit and abrasive kind of Ironman is this. Imagine this Scenario : Inside the gym you are surrounded by 15 muscular bouncers who lifts weights vigorously everyday. you want to impress the 15 men. i repeat 15 men. i repeat again, 15 men. to show off how strong you are. What are you? Gay? one thing's for sure is that you must only Lift to Impress Chicks who digs in a fit gym fit man.

4. Noticing Body Parts. given. you have noticed their large muscular particles but it will surely lead in to a homosexual act.

5. Touching. the most gayest act since the movie Bruno. saying this to another man. "Wow pare, may abs ka? T*ng*na hayup, pahawak nga." now even if you said a bad word that will make you a man, the word "Pahawak" will make you The most Homo guy 1000000++++ inside the facility.

6. Talking about love. what? have you noticed that you are surrounded by metal plates, 7 ft. bars, large machines, Dark grease, rusting bars etc. you are not having a slumber party like the girls from gossip girl, or the sisterhood of travelling pants. if you have done this, this might lead the weightlifters the idea of perfidy to your own manhood.

7. Saying "Piolo" "Sam" "Papa" "Beiber" "U-kiss" "Lambert". Explanation need not.

if there something that you might want to add.

hear me out.

I'm just out there.

Lifting weights.

I shall curse this word.

I hope nothing on a day but not a tumultuous day.

as i keep on saying what the f*ck is going on, i keep on drinking my tea as part of my healthy so called f*cking diet.

I've been using the f*ck a lot.

i f*cking love it. i f*cking hate it. mind manners? who cares.

the adrenaline. the urge. the extreme jouissance. the delight of eating a stick of pocky.

God knows how many times i have used the immortal word F*ck.

while eating.

while bathing.

while drinking.

while driving.

while thinking.

while writing.

while surfing.

while watching.

while sitting.

while clicking.

while .. eheming..

the word f*ck circumambulates my thought every minute, like the planet mercury who revolves around the solar system. it watches the circulation of my blood inside my pee brain.

as my little pee brain watches this magical word that revolve around it. it mesmerizes and sends 20,000 waves of electronic signals of thought that i should say, pronounce, speak, spill the word f*ck.

i curse this day from now on.

like the priest told me.

dodge the f*cking things that tempts me to do a very sinful act.

as i live by.

as i pass by.

f*ck it.

the word f*ck doesn't control me. i control it.

i consciously know it.

like eddie brock who controls the symbiote.

but it slowly feeds me.

when spiderman used this shit, he became a bad-ass shit.

when you are using the word F*ck you can choose where you want to put it. use it.

The word F*ck is like a power.

with great power, comes great responsibility.

use it wisely.

in a fight.

in a fright.

use the word F*ck when you're F*cked up.

the word f*ck is powerful.

f*cking powerful. shout at someone with it. they will cram like the ants who panics when they are being attacked.

use the word f*ck when you are really angry. it is so powerful it can even relieve the tension that is building up in your f*cking system.

f*ck i'd say.

it possesses multiple meanings.

F*ck is when Manny Pacquiao won as congressman.

F*ck is when ampatuan got pardoned.

F*ck is when 2 stations used a high tech. shit that made people look like a morons.

F*ck is when i saw a fat 2 year old boy from indonesia smoking a cigar.

F*ck is when koala bear the whistle blower appeared.

F*ck is when willie revillame threatened abs-cbn that he will resign. (oh please)

F*ck is when the media focuses more on the jejemons.

F*ck is when i talk to a jejemon.

F*ck is when i see a f*cking jejemons.

F*ck is when your wi-fi connection is very slow.

F*ck is when your classes starts at june 7.

F*ck is when you care but they dont care.

F*ck is when you have realized something that you shouldn't have fucking done it.

F*ck is when you realize that you just wasted your F*cking life.

All of it is just a f*cking story.

i therefore shut the F*ck up now.

i maybe nice but i know im f*cking tired now.

Definition of heat by my pores

My deep manly pores releases its sodium acid dew of which is not new.

when time strikes at 3. the human torch begins to hug me.

the heat scratches down all around town.

i must drive i said....

i went inside like batman going to his bat mobile.

close shut the door.

the heat stares as my skin bleeds and screams.

the dashboard quietly screeches as i touch the wheels, my 5 fingered god made creation was fried.

everything is melting.

like a butter thrown inside the toaster.

like the cheese melts at the pizza.

like a chicken saying "im burning in hell"

i'm like a dog in heat. my tongue is swelling. my ass is burning. my love is fainting.

The waves are deadly. i could even make pancakes at the roofs of the vehicles easily.

traffic slowly working.

the smell of the deadly freon heating up.

like Hayden's cam dancing with Katrina. hot it is. very aggressive i must say it is.

heat

heat

heat

i want to beat the f*cking heat.

but I still don't want to dive into Justin Beiber's beat.

now all i have to do is eat.

and i don't want our ever loving President again to repeat.

so much heat in the street.

make love with me so that we could build up some heat.

as you read this i know this will make you in heat.

for i premeditatively

repeat the word

heat.

Manila, My immortal journey.

Manila, My immortal journey.

(VOLATILE: Manila. "a city that doesn't sleep" as what did frank sinatra stated in his song "New york, New York")

Standing at the middle of the LRT train,

I noticed 3 intricate things.

1. The cold orgasmic freon that battles the cold heat wave.

2. a chick who secretly glances a beam of stare at my muscular body, while i was reading a work of art that can save mankind from destruction.

3. and my phone is dead.

As the lousy lazy weakling gay man voice came from a static speaker box. my over sized head started to command a ballistic uncertain movement to my muscle to move. every joint moved. just like Achilles fought for the Trojan war.

Down i went from the glory penis like transportation, the scorching heat penetrated my discreet mammalian body.

heat mumbles as i walk at the streets of Mayor Lim.

Few minutes away from the station. i could smell the black fresh air of the city that everyone's talking about.

Snake like waves above the roofs of the vehicles.

The belching miasmal matter of the engine.

such an exciting nuisance for my god made lungs.

as i jolted and ran fresh smell of paint covered my attention as a man paints the guarding fence of UP Manila, as i noticed the smell i noticed a man staring and looking wantonly at the busy people passing by.

such am abrasive act i may add.

a beggar began to beg.

a woman eating Dragon (yung pampulutan) Pumpkin seed for her grotesque stomach who cries of pain in hunger.

a blind lady with her tandem partner in crime guitarist like M.Y.M.P. Juris and Chin singing Aiza Seguerra's hit song back in the 90's "Pag Dating ng Panahon" of which every lover sang this one to their prospect girl.

a sophisticated tone of voice from a half korean chick who speaks atrociously that made me stopped for a while for it shivers me just like when Scooby Doo sees a ghost.

finally as i came near to the sanctuary.

i was so delighted. like when mr.fantastic invented something new.

i could feel the freon from the cold facility of robinson's manila.

such a journey i may say.

such an immortal journey that will stay.

"result from a serious headache and slow hammer like heart beat noise"

I thought i died last night.

and i did.

Late night,

they say this is where little children go inside their beds and starts to fantasize about toy robots and Barbie dolls inside their blanket playing with the flash light and giggling while parents are watching their children outside a the door peeking through a small thick line at the door and smiling.

Late night,

in the context of people 18 and above, well maybe not 18 even 12 to 18 and above, late night can be pertained to as the night where you can sneak your porn videos from under your bed, and start locking the doorknob. while preparing, put the volume to the lowest level and start the action.

on the other hand late night is where bastards plot their schemes and plan their bitching.

alone? yes. as i was walking a street i noticed something weird.

enough of that. drug dealers are seen in this time, but heck i care, if the big fat police like fat mall cop appears, hell i think he wouldn't even show his damn shadow, or even let a drop of hair touch the ground for such a disturbing noise.

as i say , moving on.

late nights usually seemed to be quiet but this one is different.

so much quiet that it slammed the deep cold neptune-ian like place of which i can only here two things.

the deafening sound of silence and my own hammered heartbeat.

a place where you can think and decide.

a place where you can die without a pride.

my eyes suddenly turned black and i saw nothing but fantasy from the black plane.

i hear only the 2 second heartbeat count.

like a hammer from a 36 foot building fell down to a fragile crystal like china made glass.

such noise of which i cant explain that even God wont tell me what it is.

like a thunder it slammed.

oh i thought it was my last.

and then the lightning came. struck the precious multi billion priced organ of mine.

hurts like hell, like this jack hammer slamming to a titanium metal, or digging through the adamantium bones of wolverine.

like a mad man who cant speak. i did not dare to speak.

i did nothing but wait.

then.

it was done.

was it a coma?

no.

it was more tragic than a coma.

"result from a serious headache and slow hammer like heart beat noise"

How to be a Jejemon

There are things in this world that evolves, even from the not so brightest creature until to the brightest among the species that god created.

man was made to be wise and creative. to be crafty in his own ways. to be knowing to all that is seen and unseen.

but today a blast of this so called Jejemons are now reigning like fire who uses "PoH" instead of "Po" they spread like a liver spread in a pandesal, like talents from " Pilipinas got talent ", like annoying Group messages from your classmates, like your stalker from Facebook who keeps on looking at your wall, like the hot billboards that keeps on appearing on EDSA, like a poser who enjoys displaying his D-SLR in the public, like a virus that crawls inside an amputated arm.

like this for example

"e0wSsZz pOwhhZzmUsZtAhH nUah pOwhHzz kEowHsz?"

they can be found in any social networking sites, or even the gorgeous neighbor of yours might be one.

they are the kind of people who uses misspelled words purposely in the message just to be safe.

well don't be too quick to judge a person if they are a jejemon, they are still human who expresses their feelings in an inexplicable way.

they maybe me, they maybe you, they maybe us.

they maybe an artist that is why there is so much letters in a simple word for art is a form that goes in many ways.

Always remember,

"one who hates such creature finds insecurity inside oneself" -E

Now here are some tips on:

How to be a Jejemon

1. Jejenism- no religion is an atheist

2. Jejesign- the inverted peace sign in every single image in their jejeaccount. its their mark. their promise. their vow.

3. Jejecap- with a cap like this, you will be called a god.

4. Jejeshirt- a big large shirt or even an extra large american size polo will do.

5. Jejebag- a true jejemon must posses this unique product. especially girls.

6. Jejeaccount- an account to stalk, to add friends they know and they don't even know and to show off their proud misspelled names.

7. Jejephone- a jejemon will not live if they will not posses such technology in the 21st century.

8. Jejeword- given. if you can hit the Shift key so angrily, maybe you passed or adding extra letters in an innocent word that is crying when you begin to insert Z or X or H or I or E.

9. Jejelaugh- using the "jeje" as a laughing signature, this will make you a high rank jejemon.

10. Jejegroup- they can be distinguished by their aura, a friend is a friend that needs help when in trouble, like a normal person they have barkadas, but a jejemon must have a group to back them up.

this tips are things of which can be a basic blueprint for survival. be careful with your words.

"Look first before you speak" - E

note: all things are not intended for a harmful act.

A Yellow Plastic Rose

A Yellow Plastic Rose

Such a beauty in the eyes of the photographer
to see such color of which he could not explain.
an art in his mind, an emotion inside,
such a marvel in his own thought of desire.

A rose, a yellow rose, dies in time
for resembling such beauty to an affection is a must not.
A rose a yellow plastic rose, doesn't die
it only gathers dust, but still it remains its beauty.

For resembling such beauty to an affection to an endless and immortal yellow plastic rose.
this feeling is immortal to you for you the only one i know.

-E

A cup of coffee in an imaginative way

i slowly sat down on an afternoon full of nuisance created by man.

i heated a cup full of water that was created by God, poured a black dark brown powder of which i dont care where the hell did this come from.

i drank the bitter black subtance that was created by God, modified by man.

slowly penetrated my mouth, my teeth, my tongue, my throat, my voicebox, my tonsil, my small intestine, my large intestine.

as the dark chemical substance stimulates around my stomach, it slowly releases its caffeine power to my body, to the every inch of my nerves that crawls inside me.

my spirit slowly lightens up, my eyes begins to open like an owl whose eyes at night is wide as a door wide open.

i hear and sense more exaggerating like spiderman's 6th sense while fighting green goblin.

i think like mr.Braniac from DC comics.

as the chemical slowly dies inside my body, my mind begins to deteriorate and slowly it weeps.

then its settled. i what i nice cup of coffee.

-E

the first trailer that i have made, its about a man who is sick ..


title: PHRENIA

Naliligaw

Minsan naliligaw tayo eh.

nagtatanong ako sa marami kung may nagbago ba?

pero ang sagot. ganun pa din. dati pa din. yun pa din.

magulo. nakakairita. nakakaaliw ngunit nakakabaliw.

hindi ko ninais lahat, wala akong ninais dito.

ito ang lumapit, ni hindi ko alam kung ano ang lumapit.

nakakabaliw diba?

mahirap.

ispin mo man, pilit na nanlilito sa isipan mo.

marami sila, isa ka lang. pumili ka, ano ba talaga?