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Just noticed how emo this blog sounds LOOOL, i need to do sum major revamping for this thing, don really use this blog
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Man...totally losing it... i need to seriously slap myself back together, im losing myself again....
Thursday, September 24, 2009
...I smile
When roses come to see me
And I can't wait for a sunny day
Im seeing it through your eyes
Can't wait for the clouds to break
Monday, September 14, 2009
still searchin....still yearnin...
Monday, August 31, 2009
Labels: Daily Dribble
So school's coming up real soon and i feel like utter crap. Past 2 weeks have been really bad since I got my braces, havent been going to the gym, sleeping really late at night and a lot of bad habits that are starting to resurface. Honestly I feel like I'm losing control of myself. I'm worried most about my English Online Course I have to complete since I have still a lot of work to do, but I've been slacking. I don't feel like myself...I'm more depressed and tired, and I don't really know why. I feel like I've lost myself again, whole de ja vu thing with what happened in grade 9. Getting all depressed for who knows what, but enough with my complaining...its Grade 12 and I gotta focus. Grade 12 is what I've been waiting for since high school started and now its here, planning to get at least 80s this year but I'm very determined and no matter what...school comes first. Just hope i can get myself together before school actually starts. Tommorow I'm going to drop some courses so I can lighten up my load but we'll see how that goes.
On another note, my mom, grandma, and cousin are all going to the philippines this thursday, and I pray for a safe trip for all of them as they attend my cousin's wedding in just a few days. My lola says she's going to give me her pension before she leaves xD. In other words, I'm not broke no more! Which is good but before any of that happens I have to open a new bank account since BMO closed mine T_T. Damn bastards sending my negative checking account to a collection agency without my notification, gave me so much trouble...even though the fact I HAD the money the whole time. Huge waste of time and forced me to use up my conference money to chicago T_T.
Well summer 09 has been nothing but trouble for me, to be honest I don't remember much of it anymore, seems like a blank to me...that or I'm not getting enough sleep. Well...w/e we'll see how these few days go and hopefully I can slap myself back to reality.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Labels: Pigs of the World - Poem
Labels: Sixth of February - Poem
Blood, splattered on the the streets,
while pigs gorge themselves on treats.
The rats scavenge for something to eat
until they can no longer move their feet.
Damn these pigs, these filthy swine,
who take pleasure in the loss of lives.
They persecute the mice who always try
to find meager meals to keep them alive.
Thousands of mice lay tired, unable to breathe
as a result of the swines' great greed.
This hunger is the fruit born of our seeds,
for we gave them power, and their right to feed.
As every last drop of food is consumed,
more mice will starve, for death is the mood
in a society where leeches always rule,
and the weak will always be there food.
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In a world where people starve, where 20% of the world owns 80% of the wealth and greed roams present in everyday society. People tend to ask why would God allow such atrocities as starvation, war, and injustices happen in our world constantly? That when something bad happens we tend to accuse God, other individuals, or events that are at fault. Some people may reason out these bad events through ethical means such as population control, threats, lack of productivity, etc. But in the end of it all it comes down to one thing: Human's gift of Free Will. Individuals choose to carry out sinful acts for whatever reason as others allow it to happen or even are not aware of it prior. We aren't perfect, and don't get me wrong, even with all these sinister acts, there is a lot of good in the world. It all depends where you stand at the world stage.
“Poverty may be the mother of crime, but lack of good sense is the father”
Poem: Sixth of February
12:56 PMThrowback '06. R.I.P Old Friend
The house is full, but empty and cold,
He died today, not very old,
The family gathered, sat by the bed,
Soothed the moans, stroked his head.
Didn’t kill, nor did he smoke,
Dying of bullets, ironic, sick joke,
As the time drew near, he wasn’t there,
The ones ‘round the bed, left to care.
Breathing labored, struggling, long,
Small and weak, when once was so strong,
A life helping others, answering the call,
And a bullet in the gut puts an end to it all.
He draws one last breath, now lying still,
Disbelief ‘round the bed, all eyes start to fill,
Silence, despair, empty looks, then a cry,
Knew he was hurt, can’t believe he would die.
Although he is gone, he is still here,
Feel his presence in moments of fear,
Strong but gentle, sometimes strict, always kind,
If I follow the example, I know he won’t mind,
For he was a good friend, with heart of gold,
But he died today, not very old.
