A Magnetic World That Does The Damage

Ironic things in life makes us much more miserable than we already are. If not for this we would not have that...so on and so forth. What do I do, what do I do? I don't know.
Yes, we are smart enough to know that we don't have all the answers. Sometimes its healthier to be stupid. Oh I don't know. We just are.
Hush, hush now. Everything's gonna be alright, we assure ourselvcs. But that very moment we do, it is when we are most vulnerable by doubt.
Every now and then, I'd think and I plan and I try to reason with myself...next thing I know *poof* that chance of executing my so-called plan had passed me by. It would've been easy to let it sink in if it moved fast as a bullet, but noooooo. A turtle would've been faster. And all I did was watch.
Puff, puff...its the cigarette. I know it is. I've seen the way it glowed its fiery tip at me. It's angry. This murderous little sticks. You just cost me 30 bucks and you even steal away 2 minutes of my life. I think I love you already.
Its next to impossible to find somebody who will never make you cry...so do yourself a favor... get the next best thing...find someone who's worth all the pain!
Why are our superiors such terrorizing creatures? Its because they earned the right to do so. That doesn't mean hate them. HAAAAAAA-TE THEM!!! Because when you've learned something and you do replace them, it'd be your turn.
How clean are those? Nothing is clean. Wash it a million times, there's still the air filled with dust, fart, etc. But still, why do we eat in our plates?!?! STUPID. Yes, that's me being irrationally stupid. It feels good. To ask a non-sensical question and degrade myself with an answer.
Battle of the sexes? People, puh-leeez! Its the Y chromosomes brought up by the negativity of the atom. No, nope. No need to research on that one. Yes, its a made up sentence that, once again, has no meaning at all. Honestly, try it. Go ahead, say it. Those long and never-ending debates would instantly stop.
Power. A word so strong. Here's a line so powerful I just don't know why...To the left, to the left...and if she wasn't pointing at all I wouldnt have found her totally irresistable which makes her irreplacable. Beyonce, you're killing me. Please don't.

Lesson for today: Everything good, kills.

"Life is not the amount of breath you take, its the moments that take your breath away." - Will Smith in Hitch.

You Think!?

When the warmth is gon, the wind gives the gust of cold. Breathe the wind of life for these are one of the things you just don't have the choice to. Its that long talk with your dad about the birds and the bees. Its that irritable cousin of yours who thinks you a lot look alike. Its that aunt of yours and her big sloppy wet kisses. Yup, its the time for wishes you'll never get.

Why is life so playful? Of course it should be! Why can't it have fun, why? If it wasn't, the percentage of suicide related deaths would arise to the max. And boredom would be the culprit behind it all.

Why does everybody think they're more mysterious than they really are? Answer: because they aren't. And it feels good to know you are who you are not even if you know you are not. That's one game.

What's the moment? The moment of silence. Alone and trying hard to smile. You try to dance yourself into having fun. You start to float. But hey, there's no one around you to see. Just the empty four corners surrounding you. By now you are flying. Then it hits you hard...its just the weed. That's another.

Ever tried to kiss and ten percent along the way just as your noses brush past each, you stop. Then one of you says something dumb like "aren't you just glad we didn't do something stupid?" That's another game played on ya.

What do you do about it? Here's what I'd do. I'll fix myself a sandwich, open a huge bottle of ice cold coke, and watch a dvd (probably The Garden State or Elizabeth Town. these are my feel-good-at-bad-times movies.). If life plays you, play em back by not caring. Piss it off.

But then...I'd realize the bread has molds in it, my coke's been left open in the fridge for a long time so it tastes like water and sugar combined, and worst of all-- my dvd player's busted. Yes, that's one of em cruel payfulness.

Life is full of these deceptions. Turn the ocean yellow and flaming red. It becomes fire. Like Betty and Veronica, they really are of one person of different hair color. Let it be.

Congratulations. Your time's been officially wasted.

A Day In The Skies, A Night On The Seas

I know I have always been one to complain about how tired I am. How I very much needed a break. Well, last Decemeber, I did get my wish for being a good boy. My santa was a SHE though. But this is not about her. Thanks anyways.
A day before my flight for a 3 week vacation was the most agonizing wait of all. The excitement was way off the charts. Anxiety to what may be or what can be. It was the need for a change. Here's what I learned...sometimes the past is the refreshing new.
I made it through though . After two delays and a five hour wait in the airport, I finally boarded my time capsule that would take me back to the future.
As I sat beside the window overlooking the ocean that romanced with the sun's light, many things suddenly occured to me. It was my first journey alone, I have conquered my fear of heights, and I was relaxed. For so long now have I felt the feeling of calmness. So far so good. Oh, except for that embarassing time I found myself standing in line at the wrong terminal.
Like a blind man, I was trying to pat my way around. There was this weird feeling that I wished so much to be lost. To find myself in a very unfamiliar place. Because finding my way through would be an accomplishment after so much failure in life. It was a wish to boost my spirits.
I came to where I left off long ago. The place has changed but only for a bit. But by God, I didn't know that people would change a lot in just a matter of just two years apart.
From friends to strangers. I never thought would be unfamiliar effigies both physically and mentally. Worse, no hug not even a friendly gesture from somebody who was once a best friend. Just a pounding of show-boating an criticisms and a bag full of irritable (and snobbish) nods.
Of course some remained the same. A little maturity in them though. But it makes me think too. How much have I changed? Or how little have I? Was it from better to worse? Or the other way around? Maybe what one of my friends said (after a secret talk about it) was true. Maybe I "became kinder to notice how cruel" my so-called bestfriend was. FYI, we were the 'bullies'.:> People say stuff like "some things don't matter". Guess what, they all do. If you wanna feel good then it does matter. These people literally grew up with me. I never knew that the eighteen years being together would change in just two years being apart. Yes, that's how long we've been together.
Here's a greater side to my sojourn. Atleast my family didn't let me down. My brothers. Well, they are the reason for me to be proud. I used to be (atleast I loved to think)... tried to be... the older one. But because of the transformation, I felt I could finally act my age. They have matured into responsible adults as they were supposed to. Its been great having all the attention as the younger brother. No, I am not the youngest in the family. I am the middle. In my vacation though, I was. Parties being thrown solely for me, clubbing, getting drunk and all that. Everyday was a heart-warming welcome.
Now I am back again. Here I am stuck in my pad with nothing but my trusted pen and *sigh* bills, bills, bills. I am glad though. Too much would've been too good to be true. It would've been the bitterness of being too sweet. A two-day first class ship ride and then I am back again. Well, all things come to an end. Cheers to the beginning of the end to the beginning. Happy New Year! (No greeting's too late.)