[] iVe BeeN TaGGeD []

If you are here coz youve been tag here are the rules...



The Rules:



1.) The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover



2.) Need to mention the sex of the target.



3.) Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their Comments saying they've been tagged.



4.) If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.



WAAA.. as much as I dont wanna wast my tym ... I just cant attmpt to end april's fun... so here...



Points:

she must be...

MACHULET: wala lng... para masya



MALIKOT: Wala lang... para machulet



MAHAROT:Wala lang... Para malikot



SMYLy: wala lang.. para masaya...



HONEST: cno bang ayaw ika nga ni april



maldita: para makulay ang mundo kc pag wala cla wala lang... HOI wag nmn sobrah noh...



Expressive: para nmn d ako magmkhang tanga



Masama: wala lang.. kc lahat cla gsto mabait eh...



Ung last tanong nyo kay lord... lam nya un... hehehe...

Oh... You've been tag ba? sali na... wag kj... heheh...

Ako rin ayaw ko eh.. kaya kung natag ko kayo sisihin nyo april..

WHaT aRe We FoR

What is my life for? A certain part of my mind tells me so that it has made no decision regarding the matter. To be Ideal? That is an answer too broad to be distinguished; too broad it turns its reasoning absurd. What am I for? Is my life here for a reason? If yes, what, if no ,why.

Gyroscope,as i have read from a wonderful book of knowledge, is the state of continous search, movement, quest but through its travel it never ends to something. Its like an endless flowing river, a star roaming the vast universe or a ray of light moving in the horizon of space. I'm here standing between a thin thread not knowing what my life is for. Not knowing whether I am to draw back, to let fall or float to the sky. Never understanding why each day I live, why each night I sleep, why every morning I wake up, why am I to breath for.

A famous man once wrote that no man can know his true essence. What we have in our minds now are theoretical positions by what present knowledge, human truths for that matter, we do have. We face everyday, doing our every choir but why should we do such, why should we let our heart beat, Or even why should we die? What is everything happening for? Our existence is one big question mark. Maybe a one million dollar question as metaphorically assumed.

Im no different from anyone of you. I also am not equip of any intelligence to predict the reason by which my life does live for. I could not stand to anything for now just like how I used to do. Who am I to conclude? But as I stumble to such confusion I came up with something. As much as we want to know all, our blood and flesh still serves as an epitome of our weakness. We are absolutelly nothing. All the answers could never be known. Whatever we do only in the hands of our creator shall reasons rest.

[] a STaR []

Here I am again left in the shadows. I feel numbness. I could not feel my ablity to move. All I am into now is sit and mourn waiting for a final crush where i would be turned to pieces. When every teardrop resounds as it falls down, memories remakes its scene in my mind.

I could see a star as it shines brighter and soon enough it became the brightest of all. But in a sudden mismatch, the star dashed down into the darkness, into a world where no smiles are seen; where no laughter is heard. It is where we reach oblivion.

The star looks back at the imageless coast where no sun rises nor sets. As he looks across the horizon all he see are the wonderous souls seeking the same exi to the cradle they are in. But it appears the place was never a cradle it was a prison. As the star tries to set free the weights fastened to him, he fears the heavens left him alone. He heard no horns, no flapping of wings nor the harmony of music by angel voices.

The star was left to stand in its own. As the time passes by, the same glow that flattered a thousand fades into the melody of sorrow. The star lost hope that, soon, from that coast shall rise a new morning. He loses hope and takes an endless sleep until the heavens heeds his call...

[] AcRoNYm []

A	Ambivalent
B	Brilliant
R	Revolutionary
A	Awesome
M	Modern

These past few days I was left in front of my computer with nothing to do... Net gaming started to get boring... chatting as usual is not that in a fast phase and I had nothing to do between those intervals... I had assignments but for gods' sake who would do it at home.... not me.. so I was left hanging out around the net blog hopping... Just like how I figured out the gryffindor stuff... I also came across another blog ~ Calo's blog and was able o see these tag about acronym generator...

Ambivalent - unsure ; uncertain ; conflicting feelings about something...

~ am I such a person.. If you'd ask me it's absolutelly true... for certain reasons... I do am uncertain to what's hapening to my life... I cannot make it through... Everything simply bothers me... and here I am left in a damn state of buffer... not knowing to where; what; which; must be...

Brilliant - showing exceptional intelligence, ability, skill, or talent...

~ waht? me? somewhat yes... some people tells me so... but believe me I do not believe I have such EXCEPTIONAL INTELLIGENCE, ABILITY *blahblah* ...

Revolutionary - against something ; has own philosphy that he believes and defends against anothers'

~THAT is me... some people hates me for being such... I'm different too different... a natural antagonist... I do not believe in man-made facts... I have my own to believe and to stand by... Just like how a friend tells me... " Hai si abram talga... OUT of this WORLD... wag k na nga..."...

Awesome - so impressive or overwhelming as to inspire a strong feeling of admiration or fear

~ Absurd... I could never be impressive... appealling... not my type.. I'm too different... a freak... ad that does not make me an inch awesome... Maybe somewhere peoplesee meas such but hell do I know a large fraction looks me not a such...

Modern - relating to or using ideas and techniques that have only recently been developed or are still considered experimental

~Do you mean tech-y? I am absolutelly one... I learn too fast and get hook to modern time living... besides that I hava a simple way of life to show me I am one... my life goes likes this.... sleep- celphone-computer-celphone- sleep... hehehe...

Well someone's life is not ditermined by what words you can make out of his name,... in these case by use of binary sequence.... Their should be a billion match for your acronyms and who knows which really is that you obtaine... Just remeber simply because someone tells you you'd better be like these means you should abide by their standards... Your life is yours to keep... and what makes you different is simply because you chose yourself to be different... You may turn uncool because you are not like them... but being cool is being different and being different is what you are so you are cool...

[] GryFFinDoR []

A minute ago ~ based on the time i've posted of course... I went past one of my friends blog ~danish. Well I was informed of a quiz he linked in his blog. It was a sorting thing for hogwarts' houses. Curiosity,maybe, pushed me in vsiting the link and finishing the whole quiz...


Gryffindor... me? yah...well I do not think its positive cause actually I would have had fun if I was in slytherin. I was surprise actually when I was assigned to such house... For your info guys I answerd the quiz with all honesty.. and as I was answering I was like more in the negative side... But strange... I was asssigned to gryffindor... well maybe it isn't actually true though that the good guys go to gryffindor after all.. We might as well not rely on the damn story of JKR ~ no offnse to his writing only the thing which makes the heroes come from gryffindor... But any ways that's all.. just sharing...

The sorting hat says that I belong in Gryffindor!

Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name."

Students of Gryffindor are typically brave, daring, and chivalrous.
Famous members include Harry, Ron, Hermione, Albus Dumbledore (head of Hogwarts), and Minerva McGonagall (head of Gryffindor).

Get Sorted Now!

[] Trust is Just a Word []

Whenever a story is told people react. They make big deal about so many things they do not even know. They make so much noise about a scene they never saw. It may be fun to think people such ways but what is hard to imagine is when these damn stories comes from the same person you oathed your life to. It is like " hey I'm your friend, believe me" ~he faces opposite you~ "Hey guys that kid is a damn fuck.." I hate people who thinks they are superior enough to destroy an individual's life simply for his own entertainment; They are superior enough to give out faked classified information which for hell does know from where he got the idea.

What can we do against such people? Those who hears them believes because his signature credibility is because he is my friend. I believe in him but he made sense to his own imaginative story. He built comotion about something the world never knew. He made up a story which in no part true. Who would believe me though? I know for a fact that people saying they do not do such a thing is labeled guilty. Yet for a mere fact I never even have done such a thing in my whole life. Who would support me? no one, cause what a great dramatist my past friend is.

He knows who he is. He might not be able to read this but for those who knows him and knows the damn story, I plead to you. Do not believe what you never saw. Do not under estimate me. I may act stupid but my mind is still whole to understand that I must not do such things. I know that my words may be for cleanliness sake, but I mark my word with angel's tongue: " I NEVER WILL BE SUCH A PERSON HE SAYS I AM..." He might not know that I knew. Or simply maybe, his strong ego is so proud not to recognize his already doing wrong.

For that person who should know who he is: I am not as strong as you in such a position because everybody thought I just wrote these to make false to what you thought was true. People though you are too perfect to be saying lie. I know what you've been doing these past few months and also with your co-existing friends who for I should know my friend turnd fiend. I knew for a fact that my reputation is slowly going down because of you and your crew's mischief. But remember I act civil enough not to battle out with you. I let you be for God knows I do no wrong. My mind is tranquil enough to say I am clean of such mess. Yet beyond my silence my soul is burning for revenge but I must not act beast just like the way you do. And another thing, I know my responsibilities and I know my actions. You may identify every error in my physique but never could you see behind my skull. Don't think you are smart enough cause even at this time I do no action somewhere out there someone is doing it for me.

Mercy is no word for a beast. Faith you destroyed would never be built again. Somewhere in the past I said I would always be there for whatever barriers separating us, but now that you yourself made your own guard, I'll still stand to what I say but neither heaven nor hell can save you when thy soul arises and its time for my offense. I'll act as if nothing happened between us but at least be humane and be ashamed for what degrade you made yourself. I'll not speak of your name for I am not like you who destroys ones opponents reputation to save your own. Rehabilitate yourself. You are good but it seems you've gone another road and you dared to equal with me. You may have everything I have but never can you keep it away for yourself. You might have strong back ups and all I have is my own persona. But I would I'll never rip my self of fear for a man you can never count quality from quantity.

[] Faults of Matter []

In our grasp were holy grails of miracle waiting for its time. Man was strong enough to build bridges, to dilute adversities, to show supremacy.Man was the fortune of life. They had what it needs to be a god. They had something no other creature holds- POWER. They were justice. They had jurisdiction over what they see. They were resented for everything was envious to the god-blessed life they were given. However, that was Man-was. What we are now are man-is.

Man is the dumbest joke of all the living. They sympathize with worthless idols. Talking to stone gods who could never heed their call. They burst in laughter hiding off the grudge that is building up. They are scared because they are weak; no power; no strength; no life. They envy what others have for they will never have it. All they could do now is look back at the past. The past where influence was in there reach. Man became no one.

How can man be the greatest creation of heaven? How can they be the master of the living? How could they be the guardians of life? Why ask how? They will never be. All I know is that they are the heralds of the oracle. Here to bring what was oath to be- Apocalypse. We are the mere soldiers of hell. We are unknowingly, inch-by-inch, bringing forth the destruction of the gods' art.

Relentless are all our actions. We haste too much trying to be productive. However, what ever effort we yield, we still fail. We do nothing good. We try to reach god so much. Divine barriers are already neglected for the success of their goal- to be god, the god of all. Nevertheless, no matter how we do it, which way we try, whatever push we do, the heavens won't relinquished with mortals. We havn't proven anything yet. We are worthless.

Up to now, We are still the no ones, the has been. the trash of society. We are here for a reason but now all the reasons were amended. We have gone to fail and might still be 'til the future. What can we do? Nothing... We have failed to reach what is expected of us. We might as well sit down now, look up the sky,wash yourself with divine light and wait until Armageddon bolts in to the surface of earth. We shall then go to an endless rest and be free off the evil we have made out of life.

[]Chosen Ones[]

Is it really true that some people see light out of darkness; dreams out of nightmares; doors out of isolation? Is it true that some people are able to encompass the dread of hell? Is it true that from the pit of unending grief, they are able to stand up and fight back up? Is it true? or isn't just a self-conception to trick yourself that you can do it? Isn't just an imageless notion to show fallacious strenght to everyone? Isn't simply to defend ones great ideal from being moribund?

Life is no mystical story where magic and miracles happen. It is no superhero story where in from falling we jump up and hit a final blow and then we win. It is not perpetual doctrine just like the bible where you would be safe from evil's hands simply because a band of angels hear your call, where the dead sea divides for us to run to safety and falls off when our foes arrive, where from out of nothing heaven heeds your call and from Them falls life.

Life and failure are two synonymous words. Life is failure; failure to see; failure to know; failure to live in it. A few gains success, a few who eventually ends up just like anyone: failure. We can never stand back out from the eye of what menace might befall unto us. Everyone has a fixed quandary. A dilemma which will happen in the course of the persons's life one way or another. They happen cause they oath to happen. And from that, you'll come to a point of collapse. You've failed.

Falling are stepping stones to greatness? Yes, maybe for those many whose self-trust is incomparable. However, for a layman who is cloaked by weakness from the fall turns back to ashes with nothing to boast, nothing to raise, nothing to hold on. You might think these weak are poor fortuned. They never will be. To have nothing might be something we can never boast, we can never raise, we can never hold on to but it's something to cherish that some time in their life they tried and failed but never did they try again cause from many who retried many failed the second time around. Rather than doing things you cannot do why not focus on your strenghts. Weakness might be incurable but strengths makes miracles.Do what you can do and the rest will follow.

To follow someone's dust is worst of all. Better to seek out into the dark and see the enchanting truth than going by the main road. Make a difference, believe in yourself. Human's are inch-minded about life, they never thought their is more than going for the gold. Something more only the gifted could see, the chosen ones. They are those who knows what they can do and cannot do. They are those who learn that fixing weakness is trashing time. Strenghts are better sharpened to fill in to weakness' inability. And from that we make our own passage.

We might fail just like anyone but from what we have cherished we are able to create something of our own to boast, to raise, to hold on to. Different from the many. Life is failure but you are not life. Life may fail but you made its failure something special centuries apart from others who failed the second time around and never gained anything.

Be different `cause you are a chosen one.

[] Truth []

Life is no free-misery zone. A part of what we knew was reality is built out of crisis. Every morsel of what we live in is no playground. What we have here in our life is one big battlefield. This is a place where stray bullets moves constantly trying to hit anything they ever stumble on. This is where the dispute between heaven and hell meets. This is where we can never save anyone from the heat of the battle. We need to decide on which side you should go. However, what we never knew, good and evil is not part of that reality. Decisions set no bounds about what is good or what is evil. Everything is made out of judgment. Everything is no right and wrong, no angels and demons, no heaven and hell. Everything is bound by reasons.

Some people thought a child’s idea is non-sense but for Someone literate enough to understand them, they are the wisest and greatest treasures of the human race. This is an example of the effects of fraud beliefs humans suppose. Humans believe those older ones are right; they are almost perfect; they are an each far from the greatness of the gods. How conceited. How vain. How arrogant. This was no fact. This was never right. They do are experienced yet that is no reason for strength, power, nor intelligence. They are simply like any other children, non-sense.

No one can say I’m bad… No one can say I am someone ‘cause they never knew… I’m no someone… I face reality such as they do… I do my thing just as they do… I cry… smile… laugh… just like anyone. Yet I’m quiet different… I’m better… cause my judgment says… They are no better than me… They say I am a menace… face it… your just scared to what I am… ‘Cause I’ll never be under you… I’ll never side with you… I know my logic… and it will never say yours is what I should choose… I live by my creed… I’m an angel… I stoop to no one…

[] Tears []

Tears fall as they were since the god's commanded them to do so. The eternal water that runs through time has seen the heart of its creator. It has heard every cries, every sorrow, every faith begotten moment life has rendered to its master. No one could ever question how powerful the essence of each droplet of tears could be. Each of them is a masterpiece. Each pint is heaven’s way of letting us know the existence of emotional distress. Each one made sense to mendacity life has held into.

Pity those who never cried. Crying was never one of man’s privileges; it was an obligation. Its existence was heaven’s way of allowing our souls to travel, set free the encumber that burdened the life within. Tears are a key to release ourselves to human’s dreadful impiety. We will forever be chained to this inhuman world but though we could not move any longer, a cry is all we need to let our spirit take breathe.

Woe for it has to be done. Shameless more are those who never have taken part in the gods’ gift of freedom. Whimper those who want to do so. Never be scared because what man can never see is what heaven willed it to be. The naked eye sees not what the heart speaks of. Whine to what you want to. It has never been a weakness. To let out tears is harder than clenching a fist. Do not what your stupid repute says but what your ego is. Peace is not when complete silence comes, not when war ends, not when reconciliation is done, but it is when the divine weight of distress has been cried out.

A single drop of tears is enough to heal wounds incurable by any medicine. Resistance is unreasonable. Who could have lived a life free of tears? I may be a stranger a big no one, yet I would want to tell you a mere fact: A droplet of tears is the only way out to what science could never explain- sorrow.

[] Berserk []

Why are people so unfair to those whose side they never knew? Why are they so mean to those whose only manner of defense is there own self-public-built character? Why can’t they take things in both ways rather than visiting one area, then without checking the other, conclude immediately what they’d visited was better? Who are they to stand up and say they knew, but for a mere fact they absolutely do not? Every body has been a part of this world filled with inaccurate judgment.

We have been victims of prejudice, which is a cancer that turns more critical as generations go by. We, defenseless to this stabbings and shots, are degraded off guard. We, who kept quiet amidst every bludgeoning, are destroyed out of our own reputation. They looked at us like trash, as if we are nothing, simply because we stand away from the public’s eyes. What they never knew is that we are more than trash. We simply hide for civility’s sake. We are educated, bred with high pedigree. They are low beings, which is why we do not level with them. Why mingle with beasts of no erudite?

They may destroy us in there will. But we shall never plead. We need no respect cause wise men are those misunderstood. Those who puts others sacrifice are those who fail. Just like in a fairy tale, what makes things “happily ever after” is when those degraded lives up into heights and those who degrade plunges into the inferno of hell. In this case, our lives are made with fate. And it is not our fate to be what we are for the rest of our lives. Cause we are not made to be symbols of the lesser gods.

We are true blooded sages who know that life is not having others fault a bridge to greatness. We will not be like them who’d tell stories of no essence to cause pestilence to whoever they would want to destroy. Let them be, but they must always remember we would never be alike because an upright man would not battle against no warrior. Speak and I shall fight back. Do not stab me at my back cowards! I’m not scared I’m just civil as I say. I do not battle with insults I battle with sense. I build no glitches about my opponent; I take them down with facts. I’m no stupid being what I am. I’m more than what you thought I am. I’m made out of gods so as my intellect. And leveling with a trash-talker is not my occupation. So stop trash talking… Let me see what you’ve got. I’m no warrior so as you. But in war nothing is and nothing will be.

[] Complete Nothingness []

Life will never be perfect. What makes life one great adventure is her imperfection. Why should I interfere to what she is? I'm simply one of those who walks by her shadow. I would want to flee; would want to free my self in this lie I've been living. But leaving out without life is simply saying : " I woud want to die..". She is one part of humanity that we cannot live without. We want it but heaven tends to push us away from her. The heavens would want to have life for himself. Who are we to change that? The truth of the matter is... heavens is so powerful... though our life is for our own... life is under there power... Can I do anything? Nothing... Simply as I say... I'm only a person who walks by her shadow. I'm nothing...

We cannot have the best... Coz if we would want to have both worlds... we would be like shameless heavens... trying to sieze life for himself... Better be nothing than something... Cause what makes errors are something... and the best are born from nothing...

[]An Angel in Tears[]

~~Life is so cruel to those who goes against her...~~

~~Life is so mean to those who knows the path to her...~~

~~Why is it when you thought everything is perfect...~~

~~Life makes them crumble...~~

~~And down they go back to ashes and dust...~~

~~Why is it when you invested so much...~~

~~Life makes one great leap and destroys everything...~~

~~Leaving nothing breathing...~~

~~Leaving nothing existing...~~

~~Leaving only...~~

An Angel in tears...