i rarely tell anyone i need to talk to them.

drunks are the waste byproducts of our generation. the products of our indifference, our not caring. our blind ears. for we are forever improving. like the americans. oh yah.

i like you. not the romeo juliet like, but like the narrator marla like. you know, like. i know you feel the same. viva la "not me."

tired of being waking everyday at 0645 without intending to.
tired of waking.
tired of trying so damn hard for one little thing.
tired of being pushed away.
tired of being so determined to be the best.
tired of being a shadow over the same.
tired of sleeping to the monotonous tone of my own voice, "this is the last time. this is the last time."
tired of cramming.
tired of not being wanted.
tired of writing.
tired of being so damn tired.
tired of caring too much.
tired of wasting too much time caring too much about being pulled by the monotonous tone of last week's homework.]
tired of writing.
tired of being so damn stupid.
tired of friendster.
tired of using internet as a medium for relationships.\
tired of being willingly dragged into a vacuum.
tired of being so stuck up.
tired of being.
tired of hating.
tired of caring.
tired of typing.
tyred of satyre.
terid of nsnoense.
tired of blogger.
tired of having to write everytime.
tired of needing catharsis.
tired of zuihitsu.
tired of being so very, very tired.
tired of not bathing every 0645.
tired of being late.
tired of being tired.
tired of long, long, long lists of some stupid random faceless inhumane assoholic fuckinated bloke who wants to tell the whole damn world about his goddamn problems in very, very, very vague, oh so vague blog posts.
tired.

"if a writer could express himself in any other way, he wouldn't be a writer, would he?"

oh yeah, tired of quotes.
so very, very tired.

so damn tired.

start your own fight club.

be your own robert paulson.
be your own tyler durden.
be yourself.
care not the fuck what happens.
the fuck what happens.
fuck what happens.
fuck what.
fuck.

viva la hemophilia.

http://www.friendster.com/someeideguy

www.whatsanotherwordforparody.blogspot.com

ayan. pagdating ko sa computer shop, tinamad nakong magsulat.

buses, jeeps, and the mrt encourages philosophical thinking.

i'd love a girl who's smart enough to know i do not love her.
-some 'Eide' guy.

Ok. Wait. Wait.

Random thoughts are never random. They are stimulated by countless experiences that blah blah blah.

Think of the word "tweezer."

Imagine me on a vertical pole.
Top hat.
Cane.
Overcoat.
Pinstripes.
Baton.

Imagine pale skin.
Dark eyes.
Black hair.
Falling, oh, so perfectly on the eyes.

Imagine a tightrope.

Then fill in the blanks.

Imagine Illidan Stormrage.
Dead. Beaten. Looted.
Imagine a new ancient Philippines.
Think of the word "atheist."
Pair it with "society."

Pair it with "industrialized."

We are in no great plan.
We are in reality.
We just call it "destiny."

Count One,
Two.
Three..

Wait.
Wait for the happy ending.

Force yourself to believe you have a happy ending.
And force yourself hard.
Real hard.
if you can't have her, then write a story that you'll have her. Play an RPG. Listen to a song. Lie. Close your eyes. Drown yourself in detail. Lie. Dream. This is how i get by. --Some Eide guy

If only writing could make someone fall in love. If only words could charm. If only. Yeah. If only.

Get Code | Create Your Own!

The weather today is stupid. Really, really stupid. Think of the word "stupid." Pair with "stupid." Then think of someone stupid. Viva la stupid(ity)

soldier. cunnilingus. strike. avenge. lacerate. compensate. sinuate. stig,
pawn. make. covenant. lacerate. tivo.


lalalalalallalaalalallalallaa.


craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

oo. idaan nalang natin sa mga pacute na mga sinusulat na inaasahan nating basahin nila. oo, magaling! tas pag personal na, mangasar nalang tayo! cooL!

magulo ang mundo. magulo ang ating mga utak. kung sana'y kaya natin maging (insert malalim na filipino word for transparent here), kung sana kaya natin maging bukas sa lahat.

walking.
scouting.
throb. throb.
cool.
you suddenly become aware of your breathing.
you forget the best joke you could ever say.
you sigh.
you laugh.
you tease.
you feel reeaally reeaally stupid.

viva la, uh, basta viva nalang.

djinn.

tralalalallalalalalalalalallala. oooohhhh. oooohhhh. tralalalallaala.

picture this. picture that. picture something else.

When someone uses your writing style, conscious or not, you should be flattered, i think. well, unless she insists its hers.
is chauvinist, yeah?
viva la feminista.
die author die.
kill the novel.
"the dawn of really tea tv"

Sin Sin.

tangles.
incites.
creeps.
spawns.
hates.
rises.
falls.

well, this sucks.

boredom or dare or just trying to hit rock bottom to rise to fall again to rise again to help others rise to fall again and be reborn

at tayo'y magmukmok at umiyak sa magpakailanmang pag-ahit ng ating mga buhok't bigote't balbas.

tayo'y magdusa sa pagsigaw, at matutong sumigaw.

tayo'y dumako sa isang pang talata ng ating buhay.

viva los rotc.

vice.

as dragons damning their own lives for pleasure.
for finite joy.
as wolves hungered by blood.
devouring their own.