boko

it has been an uphill battle but finally the law has spoken.
i know that you are in a better place and the world has moved on without you
nonetheless we will always remember.
may you have the peace you truly deserve.

in the world of warcraft

last weekend, me and my friend (bicho the beast) set out for an adventure in the world of warcraft. and for 2 days, time was spent playing in the fantasy world of monsters, magic and quests.

practically here's what we did...

start playing at 10am
have breakfast lunch at 3pm
play again by 4pm
have dinner at 2am
play again by 3am
sleep at 5am

did that for two days...it was fun and now work week i am sleepy. boooo...

lamentations

i have been on this project for the whole of may stay here in singapore and as the months pass by i saw myself getting beat up and the sad thing about this is that even my peers have noticed how i have become moody and serious as of late.

honestly i do not know what to make of it. yes, i think i'm still in a rut that i cannot get out of. how i wish that everything would be signed off and that would be the time to decide whether to move on or wallow even more. i guess the former would be a better option.

on peter parker

...or something like it.

anyway, i went to an indian superstore to get some shopping done. being sunday, there were alot of people and each going about their own business. i got a bit fascinated with the place so i decided to have a look around and probably get me a stuff or two.

i got into a food lane and i was behind this lady when i saw money dropped out of her pocket. iwas about to react when this guy came a long and took. i said to myself "good, i won't have call her attention anymore..."

lo and behold, the one whom i thought a good samaritan did not even had the balls to motion to the lady but instead grabbed the swab then put it in his pocket as if it was his own. believe me it was not his. damn.

he looked around - i guess trying to see if anybody saw his little deed. he saw me and i was i awe and i thought there would be some sort of conscience flowing. but no - he won't on his way. i tried to follow the lady but due to the number of people around i lost her. i went back to the place where the man took the money. we met again face to face - he wont on his way.

i did not try to make a fuss out of it. can't say i was powerless 'cause i could have done something about it. but yet i didn't. i guess that's what bugging me now. simple as it may be i did not do anything. i know i could have changed something for the day. made the space and time continuum different but i did not

there are really some situations you think that you cannot do but opt not to. i guess because of fear...because of not making a fuss...because of not caring...because of not wanting to make a difference. and because of that life is not better like we want it to be thus it is sad...

to forget...i got my self a koolaid.

hmmmmm...

ever thought of things so complicated that you just tell yourself to be satisfied with what you have. on one hand very frustrating and the other it is the right and best thing to do. hahaha.

'tis funny how life seems to cook something up that smells and looks so good yet you absolutely cannot eat.

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Nuff said...

fade to black

i remember alot of things when i hear metallica's fade to black....

...not eating and saving school money to buy metallica albums
...kids getting wild over heavy metal
...rockstar dreams
...playing in front of a crowd and seeing people enjoying
...how my mom used to reprimand me to stop listening ti devil music
...wearing black almost everyday
...headbanging (damn i miss my hair)
...the first taste of smoke (dragon!)
...the mosh pit and how you can get hurt but at the end still throw up a peace sign
...the exuberant yet belligerent youth
...midnights on earphones
...how i try to wake very early to watch headbanger's ball in UHF
...trying to be cool by acting weird
...going to robinson's galleria every saturday to watch junior jam
...high school and thursday's at the guitar club
...cliff burton (rest in peace)
...how i used to hate dave mustaine (but eventually got fond of him and megadeth)
...lazy afternoons in UPLB (easy listening hehe)
...just having fun

one of these days i'm going to make my life's mix tape.

some thoughts

it's been awfully hard trying to keep things in perspective these days. something, someone or somewhat just keeps popping out and distracts you...messing up your flow. I think i have had that feeling for the past months now. you know the feeling that what you're doing could be right but then again it maybe utterly wrong. it's annoying really and I have to cope with this dilemma everyday hence i have not been getting the right amount of sleep.

being alone usually is spent on looking...at blank spaces. wondering how life may have been if i took a different decision in the past. it's not about regrets but of course there are times that you think that "hey this is where i am going to be!" and then end up "what the hell have i gotten myself into?"

lately, i have been thinking about the future and have been looking back at the past. I hardly live life right now at the present and I guess that's where my problem lies. living life right now. honestly i do not know what to do and where to go. i have been living day in and day out trying to figure out where i should be. I have been talking to HIM asking for a sign but frankly i think that sign is not to wait for any but make life as it should.

here's to whatever that is. (insert that que sera sera song here.)

changing

first as I lazy bloke I tried to put slices of life in one line but I had a hard time doing so. Probably because I am a man of a thousand words (cliche?). So I am changing.

I'll try to put everything here as much as I can. I feel that I have been on the writer's block eversince elementary and I used to love writing but I haven't had the chance to express as much as I want to as of late. Probably because there are better things to do than scribble for words you would not even know if they'll get appreciated.

Then again this will be my form of release. To get back on track. Little by little. Then again I might be able to write again. But who knows right? There's alot of inspiration out there...too many actually and sometimes I find it very confusing then I tend to sit back and just think about it. Words are thought but then actions are left undone.