A Chameleon Reinvented

happy anniversary

2006-10-03T13:02:00.000+07:00

first and foremost, i would like to greet my beloved brothers a very happy 30th anniversary. They were the ones who helped and instilled the values that I am right now. I would like to thank them for every help and inspiration that they have given me. Without them, I am nothing. Cheers!

can't stop this feeling that I've got...

2006-09-22T08:43:00.000+07:00

why did a surreal thing felt so true...
so intimate..., and you wake up suddenly
wanting to be in that world all over again...
but then you can't and you have to face this
stupid reality all over again.

Some people say that our life is like a stream continues to flow through the course of time. Then sometimes when we dream, when we are in this altered state of ours, we travel along the "stream of life" and there are occassions that we see a glimpse of what might happen in our future. Many would try to disprove this notion saying its too mystical. Indeed it might be very difficult to explain this subconcious phenomena of dreams, but for me in my own personal opinion, I believe in some aspects that dreams are often an interpretation of what may happen in the future but not all the time. Some dreams may be full of rubbish and lust, while others are weird and gore.

I admit that I have dreams that came true months after I dream about it. Some of my friends can even attest to that. Indeed it can happen. But the funny thing is they are just glimpses of what took place. Then I can fell a funny feeling of deja vu when it occured. A feeling that somehow or someway you have seen the event or it happened before and you cannot explain how or why. But yesterday's dream was different. In the said dream I felt the things, I dream about asking myself was I dreaming or not. I felt the kiss of the person who was in the dream. I felt her lips touch mine as we interlocked in embrace and showed our deep affection with each other. This girl, I really can never recall her face. A Barbie Almalbis look-a-like. Funny though, it also came to the point that I remember the dialogue which we spoke. I even asked her, "di ba engaged ka na?" Hmmm... would I be involved with a person who is about to marry? Furthemore, to add to it's weirdness, my sleep was about an hour to an hour and a half but then the dream took a span of 5 days to a week.

I hope my dreams are not black and white, its so hard to distinguish faces especially details. I envy a friend of mine who has a colored dream. It's funny though because he's a he. According to my proffessor in Psychology, mostly men's dream are black and white while women are colored. I just hope that this dream of mine would not manifest in the near future. Can't stand another upset... or whatever that means.

finally a post in days...

2006-09-21T15:39:00.000+07:00

work.. work.. work..

I still have to be thankful in where I am right now. I may be deficient in certain aspects of my life or the things I do but still I am standing and ready to face everyday with a smile in my face. I'm relatively contented right now, but still searching for a better life maybe in the future for myself, my family and hopefully my future family. I envision myself 10-15 years from now, deserving a huge amount of paycheck, driving my own porshe carrera GTX Turbo on my way home. Having to deserve a vacation at least twice a month. It's actually not a life of luxury and pleasure but of enjoyment of the fruits of my labor. Thank God that imagining things is still free in this world.

This morning I had a weird feeling of dreaming inside a dream. There was a point in where I am dreaming that I actually contemplated and asked myself if I am dreaming or not. Everyhting felt so true of course until I felt someone staring at me, which turns out to be my brother. Until now, the dream is still vivid in my memory and it won't seem to go away. Maybe that's what I get when I often yank too much about getting up too early in the morning. I remember a professor of mine in Philosophy asked us a question before he left the class. What if the world we are living right now is all a part of a big dream? how do we determine if we are really dreaming in this time? is there a basis for us to know that we exist in this world and is not part of a whole big dream? hahaha! more thinking for me and it sucks!

It sucks when I hear the phrase "nasa huli ang pagsisi" I'm trying to make amends to my shortcomings during the early times but then realizing that my efforts are somehow futile. My actions now really do not matter anymore because of certain things that led to the outburst of the issues. But then, its better late than never. I presume!

Hehehe, glad to be back to the posting world!

the kinda feeling...

2006-09-13T10:37:00.000+07:00

"in the morning,
you know we won't remember a thing"

i felt troubled yesterday upon hearing from my mom personally that she had an accident... i personally promised myself that i won't let her commute on herself. whew! when i saw her in the emergency room in the hospital, i felt sa sudden urge to cry... but then after a while realizing its not so bad after all. thank God!...

still no drive to work... i still miss her... not even knowing how she is, how she is doing, and what's up with her makes me paranoid every now and then. but i cannot text her because i wanna prove something in myself... and i seem to have not found the answers yet to my questions... but soon perhaps... only time can tell when... but i'll be ready and more equipped in the future, that's one thing i know.

i just pray to God that everything will be alright... thats all

whatever it leads me into...

moments of desperate longingness... *i think

2006-09-12T09:23:00.000+07:00

"the way to know if you feel something different,
seclude yourself and feel the desolation inside...
if the feeling remains to be consistent, then there
is something different.

yearning: a persistent and strong desire, usually for somebody or something unattainable or not within immediate reach

can i be more willing to risk it again and feel shattered inside. this is for watching too much chick flicks and imo DVD's. Shame on me for being such a sucker for this... it was never meant to be that way if i haven't pushed myself into thinking that someway a good thing may happen. Life is not a bed of roses, actually it is a bed of roses with thorns.

someday, i will truly understand... but now i must live with the truth, i am no hyporcite and deny the fact that i feel yearning. the conversations, the laughter, the experiences, etc were relatively popping into my head everytime. as i try to link it with my rational mind, i only end up in a dead end. though my mind tells me not to attempt to pursue impossibility, but then the ally i always had shouts conquer impossibility, defy odds, and defeat your fears. so utopian... but then i am considering following it. i only live once, and maybe its not so good to be always on the safe side.

i think therefore i am???
cogito ergo sum???

nah....

i feel therefore i am...

whatever that means. . .

*excerpts from a chameleon. . .

2006-09-11T11:40:00.000+07:00

"i lurk in the environment,
shadows of the colors around you
i'm a chameleon, blending in. . .
trying not to be seen... trying not to be found. . ."

how do you manipulate someone without them ever noticing it? some persons have mastered this art of deception that even a slightest chance of uncovering such plot is near impossibility. well almost... it's very hard to deduce how such things can happen, but we can deny the fact that such persons do exist. they manipulate people for their own benefit, to have their control over other people's lives and indeed such a wonderful thing to do.

do we need some kind a motivation for such actions, or is it really innate in each people these traits that all we have to do is recognize, accept, and enhance such potentials for it to manifest fully.

to be continued....

monday morning blues

2006-09-11T06:26:00.000+07:00

"waking up early in the morning, tired and pissed off,
i hesitantly pulled myself up and started the day with
a disillusioned mind and an angry heart"

i really hate monday's, it somehow gives me the idea that i'm off to work again. the earliest time i heard shouting was 5:00 AM, and its freakin pissing me off. i hate such actions. . . oh well so much for a good day start. . .

im starting to feel the compassion for the helpless, maybe because i am helpless in a certain level. to reach impossibility has never been my goal in life, but then here i am aiming for it, trying to get at least a feeling of satisfaction with what i do not knowing that in the end i will just feel broken, remorseful and pitiful about myself for pursuing such a thing. but what the hell! i'm here already might as well fall 100 storeys than just 10... you'd die the same fatal death.

i had been experiencing difficulty in my injured left ankle. oh well... so much for my basketball escapades this month. oh and i completely forgot that i don't even have a rubber shoes for me to play ball, how am i gonna start.... stupidity is everything.... whatever that means...

hahaha... off to work then....

whatever!

sunday night escapade in the pc... * for the nth time

2006-09-10T22:59:00.000+07:00

"there are certain things that just passes by our lives, and there are things that stay forever, the question is which of them are the most important for all of us?"

i hate dull moments in the night when you lie there, sleep still does not cross your mind... those dull moments help each one of us think, realize and ponder the things we have done for the day. that is why i hate it, i can realize and ponder how pathetic my life seems to be. i am not degrading myself or anything, i just want to understand why is such everyone is trying to act that everything is ok and fine, while the truth is that it's not. Plainly stupid.

lately there had been questions pounding my head whether i belong to the optimist group, the pessimist group, or the stoic/apathetic/dillusional group. come to think of it, i really don't have any kind of firm belief in what i stand. Maybe i can just put it this way, my choice of view varies depending on the situation i am faced into, or opportunities or decisions that i should make. i want to argue that it's very difficult to stick to one of these three because there are certain scenarios that each will encounter that the application of such seems inappropriate. i don't wanna dig into details, it just gives me the headache... besides for me this issue is gibberish...

so what do i do now... i just wait till sleep finds me, go to my room, close the door, open the fan, lie myself to sleep while surrounded by trash, old clothes, and books in my room. who would even care?...

whatever!

lonesome rainy saturday night * and i hate it

2006-09-09T22:18:00.000+07:00

"pumapatak na naman ang ulan
sa bubong ng bahay"

i hate to see myself stuck in the house at saturday evening, where in fact i should enjoy myself in the outside world to meet new people. but then consequently, i am here stuck and just waiting drowsiness to visit me and propose "let's call it a night ge!"

i was supposed to go out tonight i remembered. i was supposed to play poker with my village friends, but then due to some unforseen events that happened including the heavy downpour of rain, i decided out of lethargy and a little bit of rational thinking not to go. it's so sad because it has been almost 2 months since i last played the game. actually, it can be considered mixed emotions. i am sad because i miss poker a lot, but then i'm also happy because i can distribute my income elsewhere and further increase my spending power! *talk about economics.

osap or no osap ¿que realmente importa?

2006-09-08T12:47:00.000+07:00

"as a beta sigman i must cultivate
the seeds of love and uproot the
weeds of hatred, avarice, and envy"

Boy 1: ano ba iniinom mong vitamins?
Boy 2: uhm... ako iniimom ako ascorbic acid (CECON)
Boy 1: kaya pala, di ka umiinom ng centrum. kasi ang centrum complete...

*what the fuck does that mean*

there somehow seems to be a misconception about the real essence of being tabets. the superficial reality that other people believe to be true is distorted by the shallow observance of such beliefs. I am not disregarding the importance of the element of the "mark" for it has been a tradition of the fraternity. But for Pete's sake, it has never been an issue of whether to impose it or not to the few unwilling and not ready. Especially to the point of provoking other people to do it without any good justification at all.

yes, it can be stressed that "if everyone has it, why not join them?" Such line of thinking only constitutes one thing; forced observance. The diversity of the members should be considered especially to the few people in the chapter who had their's made. I am not saying that their beliefs are tainted but rather it has always been an issue of willingness and acceptance of their fate to be "marked"

a line must be distinguished between encouraging and humiliating the brod. The actions constituted by being drunk does not justify the brod crossing the line. Humiliation can lead to anger, anger to hate, hate to remorse. I can justify the feeling the person felt when he was given the "humiliating treatment" by that person. I must stress again that "excessive" alcohol intake is not a justifiable reason for such actions.

for me personally, it doesn't matter if you have the real "mark", underwent physical and non-physical, or even the crowd your into. What matters is the concept of what this fraternity has taught you since day 1 when you decided you wanted to become tabets... it is in this individuality context that one must ponder upon. Was I able to uphold the principles that were taught to me, was i able to promote equality upon my brother and was I able to live what tabets has taught me to be. If not, then don't be a hypocrite and impose these superficial things on people whom you regard as incomplete!!!

with that i rest my case....

or whatever that means!!!

"no importa donde usted vino, nosotros es hermanos y de mientras que los hermanos nosotros se confortan las debilidades, mejoran en nuestras fuerzas y se esfuerzan adelante por un futuro mejor"

pucha! ayan napapapractice tuloy ako ng spanish! Sh*#t

jologs

2006-09-08T11:31:00.000+07:00

"carpe diem!"

they say that it's very hard to understand what other people believe in especially if it's contrary to yours. But then, having the proper attitude can help us understand and analyze why these people think in such a way.

well let's just say I got what this person thinks and I totally understand the persons predicament. I hope so...

anyhow, I'm ready in a proper context to face reality. I may be gambling again without any assurance of winning but then it is the way I play my cards that matters. There's no turning back now, since the feeling has remained and continues to grow with each day that passes. So what the fuck!

whatever!

alle Blumen gegangen lang vor wo, Zeit festzusetzen haben Sie

2006-09-06T14:42:00.000+07:00

"when i wake up in the morning now,
and the sunlight hurts my eyes"

so this is what I look like after waking up at 7 am and slept for only 4 hours. As you can see, I only wore my pajama's when I eat breakfast at the hotel. The nerve! the guests would stare at me from head-to-foot and sense their bickering. Who cares!!! Seeing all of them dressed to the occassion I felt humiliated... the ambassador-to-be cannot be the diplomat he wants to be anymore and that sucks totally!

I miss her I admit, but then the necessity of not seeing her overshadows this feeling. Maybe we can put it this way, I will write a poem that could best describe how I feel. . .

where have all the flowers gone,

or the butterflies that circle it

those were days of fun

yes i miss them, every single bit

but the time is winter,

caterpillars are in their cocoon's

time to contemplate and ponder

but of course anticipating the end; soon

spring will arrive, yes its true

flowers will bloom once again

maybe this time me and you

could settle things then...

wahahaha... dramatic actor maybe I am. (yoda type of dialogue) hahahaa....

whatever...

a meeting with pain

2006-09-05T19:34:00.000+07:00

"kumukulo na ang dugo ko,
kayat sundan mo aking payo
problema'y lilipas na lang,
kaya't cool ka lang"

it's funny when you meet new people, after a few drinks it the fancy meeting you portion would eventually boil down to trouble. looking back at what happened yesterday is a perfect example of such analogy. who would have thought that the use of words as a tool for convincing other people would turn out to be a tool for brawl, dilemma, and misunderstanding.

vous savez ce que je m'ennuie de vous... tout au sujet de vous, la manière que vous riez, la manière vous souriez, la manière votre voix monte quand vous riez et smirk, la manière vous ouvrez nos conversations, la manière nous parlons et fume des cigarettes en même temps, la manière nous marchons autour de votre secteur, et la manière vous m'avez fait le sentir que personne autrement n'aurait. J'ai voulu que vous revinssiez dans ma vie et fussiez avec moi, mais alors je vous priverais de l'une chose que je ne peux pas vous donner ; bonheur. Ainsi il est meilleur vous a laissé partir vous voir heureux qu'être avec moi et vous voir triste et seul.

now what was that? talk about total french baybeh!

why the sudden show of bitterness

2006-09-02T08:33:00.000+07:00

"di ko alam, kung bakit ka ganyan
ang hirap mong kausaupin at
di pa namamansin,"

kausap ko si heps and MI, pumayag na sila. Yipee... can't wait, haay gusto ko sanang gumimik kagabi, kaso inaantok na talaga ako at kelangan kong magpahinga. whew! the whole week has been undescribable.

kumain kami ng bosses ko sa rai-rai ken. iba pa rin ang ramen sa Japan, ang supot ng service nila dun, not to mention the ice tea is too sweet. Oh well, i never want to critique Japanese food in the Philippines because Japan is different from the Philippines, but somehow you can't seem to compare between the two cultures.

wow imagine, for almost 1 week, i haven't eaten breakfast, a little lunch (except yesterday) and little or no dinner at all i wish i can attain my preferred weight in a months time. Plus to top with proper exercise, which i will start today.

lonesome friday night....

2006-09-02T08:21:00.000+07:00

"right words for the right
persons are distorted by
the fact that it is our
own distorted thinking
that affects it"

Pasalamat nga ako kay Peachy dahil sa mga advice nya kagabi. . . Yes, sa wakas dumadami na ang mga kanta ko sa Ipod. . . Oh well, ganun talaga siguro kapag wala ka nang pakialam. The karma that people deserve depends on the degree of actions that they did. Dadating din yan sa kanya. Ako dumating na sa akin. Im anticipating what Karma would be for me... yeah!

The day when baloons suddenly popped

2006-09-01T15:26:00.000+07:00

JUXTAPOSITION CLUES

we were walking towards yours,
cant seem to realize and ponder
could this be the last of the walks,
or paranoia is just instructing us what to do?

i can't seem to extract the burden
of the two roads diverging and becomming one
the opposition forces are overpowering odds,
that an ill-fainted bluff seems not enough. . .

careless decisions of an undoubted thinker
alzheimer occurences seem to emanate
it's funny though to listen,
the twinge of satisfaction and delight present

yes, i am still the old chap
who dresses shirtm tattered jeans & old sneakers
simplicity is just too much for the eyes
preconception seems to thwart reality

one day dreams would distort life
maybe that time we would be able to mix water and oil
gates of despair will finally be closed
as i make way to the path through yours

much has been said (last night)

2006-08-30T09:52:00.000+07:00

Disclaimer: This topic will not talk about Japan. This will be full of explicitly cheesy content. Please bear with me.

did i ask for such feelings,

desolation, anguish, and despair?

the night had been fun and good

i may have overstepped the line.

the usual shirt and jeans i wear

accorded with old tattered sneakers,

the illustration

of an imbedded personality

the things were harsh and blunt
it was a manifestation of weakness
given the scenario
a bottle of beers could not resolve

i don't want to go
leave you hangin into such
cynic and apathetic
your just too important for me

this is not inertia, no laws applicable
your past, is the shadow of the light
disregarded, but inequivocally important
yes, that important. . .

forgive the arrogance, the payofff's terrible
i miss you now, i miss you more than ever
the fear, it envelopes me... envelopes me...
i may never see you smile the way that you do

- ge-

what happened to the sofa

2006-08-29T10:52:00.000+07:00

(Mr. Sleepy Japanese)

CodeName: Mr. Chinese Businessman in Chinatown
Location: McDonald's Suidobashi
Rating: 1.5

My friend and I were eating breakfast at McDonalds on a Sunday morning when we spotted Mr. Chinese Businessman in Chinatown taking a nap at one of the seats in fron of us. So I took the luxury of taking his picture and publishing it in my blog. Hahahaha!.. you know! Maybe we can just pretend that something didn't really happened to make it work. On second thought, what the hell! Overall, I give Mr Chinese Businessman in Chinatown a 1.5 for being so rude and sleeping at a public place and .5 for being funny looking at the same time. (joke!)

voyeurism part 1

2006-08-29T10:38:00.000+07:00

CODE NAME: Porcelain Doll
Location: Unknown (Tokyo maybe)
First Seen: JR Line going to Shinjuku

Description: My friends and I were going to Shinjiku to go shopping at around 1800 to 1900H when we saw Porcelain Doll. Wow! she was a cutie... she had a nice skin. White and smooth, and those eyes. They surely are a hit...

From 1 to 10, I give her 7.5. It was unlucky though thatI didn't catch her name plus the fact that she had someone with... Awww!

questions of distorted histories

2006-08-29T09:34:00.000+07:00

saddened by the loss

of the precious lives

of so many people,

I ended the war.

mattered not what became of me

-Emperor Showa-

trying to look at the pictures, we can see that this is the interpretation of the Japanese history on the incident of Nanking or as others may put it the Nanking incident. During my visit at the Yasakuni Museum, there were showcases of Japanese history starting from the early period to the time of war. The most contraversial part of the museum is the text regarding the Japanese interpretation of the Nanking Incident. Their interpretation has been widely criticised by the victims of the incident; primarily the Chinese and Koreans. The Japanese said that it was the Chinese fault of why the incident happened. It was allegedly said that the Chinese tried to fight back the Japanese capture of Nanking to death.

Consequently, according to some of the Japanese public, they don't really agree to what the story use to say. They were deeply saddened by such practice of "extreme Japanese nationalism". Further sentiments were aroused when the outgoing Prime Minister Koizumi visited the Yasakuni shrine. The traditionalists and conservatives were troubled of what this visit might do to Japanese foriegn policy particularly with relations with China and Korea.

For me, yes it is good to practice the observance of history. But on the other hand, we must be aslo sensitive to other parties feelings. The practice of "extreme" Japanese nationalism should be tolerated. Such practice of idealism could only result to conflict and further criticism of the Japanese culture.

The culture that seems to be so absurd...

2006-08-28T07:37:00.000+07:00

saddened by the loss
of the precious lives
of so many of my people
I ended the war
not mattered what became of me

----- Emperor Showa -----

It has been a while since I have written in this blog. I don't even know what date is it today, but at least though I am happy. The visit in Japan has been filled with happy, disgusting, and fruitful memories. The minute I left the country for Japan, I was excited as hell to meet new cultures, explore the horizons that the country has to offer and more importantly compare and contrast my culture to theirs. Boy, am I in for a new surprise that I didn't expect to happen to me. A realization of the animosities and divergence of lives intertwined by culture, national identity and nationalism.

*The blogs that will be further publish shall cover my experiences with the Land of the Rising Sun: JAPAN

A Good Day Gone Wild

2006-07-28T17:15:00.000+07:00

"wag mo na akong pilitin
ako ay walang lakas ng loob
para tumanggi"

It sucks when you have everything planned out, but when the time actually comes everything seems to fall out of place. Sharing the experience the experiences all over again would probably entail me a lot of curses, disgust to the persons involved, and recollection of buried memories. The big question though is, "Why can't people make up their minds on things and not change in the last second?" Well it's a good thing to ponder upon, since many people nowadays are fickleminded. The f*#k with that!

Anyhow, as I arrived home from work and socialization, I saw my mom looking irritated, pissed, and worried at the same time. It's as if you can take a picture of her and send it to a photo contest. Who knows, maybe I'll win a prize on the category "Most Weird Face" (DISCLAIMER: I just hope my mom does not see this article for maybe my own picture would appear on a photo contest whose category is "Most Battered Picture") Moving on, the reason behind such temper was my sister who once again is not home due to her involvement in the Student Council in the University. Coming home, sober from alcohol, I hesistated to go near her on the thought that she might smell traces of alcohol and cigarettes. I was lucky though that her temper was focused on her and not me for it mean total disaster. So much for deja vu. What the f*#k

Can A Poet Write Rock Songs???

2006-07-27T04:29:00.000+07:00

"Imagine there's no heaven,
people will never be the same"

Thanks again to the internet facilities in our school, I can again begin blogging instead of working. HaHaHaHa!

Sometimes I wondered why hopeless romantics are the ones who are the shyest people I know. I've come to encounter people who divulge to me their feelings about their special someone's and then when I pop the question "why not go for it and try?" A usual response almost from each one of them would be "I don't have the guts to tell her personally how I feel" For me personally, that's the darndest thing I have ever heard. It's an excuse of the weak and the cowards who don't want to take the risk of getting hurt which by the way also applies to my case. Huh! What the f*#k...

Last night, after visiting my friend, I hurriedly went back to my original destination because my sister is waiting for me to come back. Consequently, the next train that I will have to board already had it's last trip so I did not make it in time. That sucks! To further deepen my anguish, my sister after texting her a couple of times that we are going home together, she enlightened me that she was going to hitch with her friend. Now that's what we call "double out" in baseball...

Anyhow, after learning of my sister's "ingrade" actions, went on to look for the fastest way home. I know that if I would ride public transport it will take me forever to go home. Furthermore, I alledgedly promised my mom (allegedly because she said i did so) that my sister and I would go home at the same time. So I missed the last train going to Taft, I am now stranded at a murky street in Libertad and had to move fast for my sister is on the way home. Calling a cab might be a good idea, I said to myself as I walked towards the taxi station, which is of course in my country the busy streets crowded with people in the sidewalk. As I waited for my turn to come, which of course is not determined by falling in line but by telling this young juvenille who serves as my barker for the night to get me one. These young barkers literally stay in the middle of the street just to get you a cab. In turn you only have to give them PhP 5.00 which of course if their lucky to get such. How pitiful! Anyhow, I eventually got one cab and asked him to take me to my suburbs home. He asked me what price and I said PhP 200.00. Then he blurted out in reply "boss gawin nyo nang PhP 250.00, hindi ko pa po mababawi ang gasolina" (sir, can you make it PhP 250.00, I have to gas up the car). Well... I was a bit hesistant, but realizing my dilemma of going home with my sister at the same time as well as the probability of getting another cab, I said yes to the driver's offer. It turned out, that the driver is not that bad after all. But that story is reserved for some other time.

Now referring to the title, can a poet write rock songs??? The question popped into my head just out of the blue. In a way, we can say yes maybe a self proclaimed poet like me can write rock music. As far as I am concerned, it does not necessarily mean if the person is a poet, he does not have the capacity to write rock sogngs. First, there is a clear distinction between a poet and a rock song. Duh! its obvious isn't it? Anyhow, what I mean is that a poet is only concerned with its lyrical compositions, while a rock song can come from a poetic masterpiece of a poet but then used a rock genre of music as an accompaniment or as a tune to the poem. Going back to the question, yes a poet can write rock songs, it's only a matter of how he uses the rock music as a tune to his/her masterpiece. There goes, I don't even know why I am writing this, it's so elementary. The basis for the question is logical. What the f*#k!!!

An Introduction to a Rekindled Passion

2006-07-27T00:37:00.000+07:00

"when care is pressing you down a bit
rest if you must but don't you quit"

It has been a while since I last laid eyes on my first blog. I remember making one for the reason for me to post my unedited versions of personal feelings, prejudices, and affection to a person, place or thing. Consequently, I am again repeating the same mistakes in the past, as I embark on a newly created blog account for me to splurge again on insights and thoughts regarding anything under the sun. Yes, maybe we can attest such enthusiasm to my personal feelings. Yeah, it is so typical for people to be inspired by other people and do things they never thought they would do, but blogging? Come on!

I must confess that I like to write, or come up with weird ideas in my head, but the problem is I'm so lazy putting these ideas out in the open or even writing it down on a sheet of paper. Therefore, I'm a talkative person with no intention whatsoever to write. Looking at this paragraph it can be deduced that it is ironic. A writer that is so lethargic to write. What the f*#k!!!!

It's a good thing that I decided to post again in a blog, and guess what I am inspired. Well, what's new??? its always been this setup. After the hype of bloggamania in my head starts to subside, lethargy again will prevail and sleeping will be the best top priority instead of just blogging.