Life is not a free ride to enjoy every dashing breeze of existence. Right or wrong, either could bring consequence. We must pay sometimes, by all stinging sticks available. An unpleasant doing will bring you to it without the benefit of considered necessary warnings. And that’s the time when we whine, for we feel to deserve uncalled carrots, peeled and bite-ready—now you’re a rabbit. This isn’t the distinctive carrot is to reward, stick is to punishment. Family first, ...
From a postponed game against Sweepers at Sacred Heart to practice games at Camp Lapu-Lapu (Lahug) to Ayala with Rickz to Country Mall-meet up with Poloy to Wireless Mandaue to SM. I never anticipated falling my Sunday into a contest of screwing. Sunday screwing. I’ve accompanied Poloy, my friend, at Cebu Trade Hall-SM for a peep on CebuCon 2009 (Cebu Construction Show) where there are scores of participants. Structural, manufacturing and industrial items were put on ...
It's been months since I've actually gotten any decent exercise, and the only physical activity that I find interesting and fun is airsoft. So yesterday, Luthienne and I got invited by a bunch of iStoryans to join them in a friendly game at a gamesite near the GMA 7 compound, in Busay. I felt like I've been really "couch-potatoing" for the past few months now, so I really wanted to play, knowing fully well that the next day could mean experiencing the dreaded "pama-ol" from the ...
Look around for a very "religious" person and examine closely how he interacts with other fellows. The person you see frequently in church is a different person when he or she gets home. A woman you frequently see in church, she carries a rosary, prayer booklet in her pocket, and wears all the symbols that tells of her being a religious woman. But when she gets home- she turns into a monster- berating other people, shouting hurtful words to family members and house ...
The rushing blood of me Traverses through my veins It gives life on me Provides verve to stride through pain I walk with ambition But with less inspiration What’s the cure for this? For this disease of loneliness Been there, been here But nobody seems to care For all the mourning I see no sunrise every morning You have me frozen And I don’t know how to begin again For this path of life I take ...
For all those years that seem so gray, we’ve been on respective struggles like a wounded soldier in a distressed situation. I believe in heaven as much as I believe in you, and I’m sorry if I’m too late, sorry if I’m too wicked to you, for I’m jolting on my way up in here while being pulled down by something below. The very first time I saw you, I sense somewhat distinctive, special and inimitable and full of high regard, somehow. Our time has come but the whole thing appears so unsure, ...
i dont really trust the majority of people i always try to get over that but every time i come close, someone always reminds me of why i dont. also: i dont get the downgrading. seriously. are they really what you want? suit yourselves.