[] 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.