Someday I will be honored food for worms;
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
11 November 2013
22 October 2013
Bohol, Corporate, Cthulu, darth vader, Darwinian Evolution, Death, Earthquake, End of Days, fantasizing, Filipino, Insights, Magnitude 7, Random
9:35 AM
Tack Farväl
takket farvel
Merci au revoir
χάρη αντίο
takket farvel
Merci au revoir
χάρη αντίο
Благодаря свидания
شكرا لك وداعا
zahvaljujući zbogom
Salamat Paalam
Reader, I don't know who you are and you don't know me and we may never know each other in this lifetime or in this Universe but whatever that is bothering you, whatever that's causing you pain and trouble, whatever that's giving you stress and burden, whether it's you who should be carrying that burden or not, be it minute or tremendously huge, be it past, present or future, be it your spouse, your lover, your secret lover, your work, school, children, responsibilities to your self, to your family. Emotions you need to suppress. Rules and regulations and more rules and regulations you have to fucking follow, like who the fuck made them anyway? To the Society that gives you all of these expectations.
Reader, I don't know who you are and you don't know me and we may never know each other in this lifetime or in this Universe but whatever that is bothering you, whatever that's causing you pain and trouble, whatever that's giving you stress and burden, whether it's you who should be carrying that burden or not, be it minute or tremendously huge, be it past, present or future, be it your spouse, your lover, your secret lover, your work, school, children, responsibilities to your self, to your family. Emotions you need to suppress. Rules and regulations and more rules and regulations you have to fucking follow, like who the fuck made them anyway? To the Society that gives you all of these expectations.
18 September 2013
choices, Death, human life, Insights, irony, lessons, Life, paradox, paradox of life, Random, teachings, uncertainty, Wayne Dyer
10:14 AM
As I welcomed the morning dew after a very tiring battle at work, I realized that, in one way or another, beneath every soul living on this planet, is the inevitable paradox we have to live with. Sadly, my two cents, we can't alter its existence.
"You are doomed to make choices. This is life’s greatest paradox."
—Wayne Dyer
I hate it when others call me fat, but I love the luxury of stuffing food in my stomach. I hate it when my mom gives me plethora of errands, but, from time to time, I beg money from her. I hate it when I used to get low grades at school, but I love to waste my night partying with sober people. I hate it when my knowledgeable professors scold me for not coming early, but I love waking up late. I hate it when my dog barks so fucking loud that I want to slaughter him, but l love the fact that he saved my ass just last week. I hate it when my articles turn out to be plain futile, but I love sloppy writing. I hate it when, in just a couple of days, I’m totally broke after receiving my salary, but I love spending my money recklessly.
16 June 2013
2:24 AM
First and foremost, I want to dedicate this post to my co-author, Marky. As much as possible, I don't want this one to be lengthy and varied. This will and only will serve as a medium for my heartfelt condolences. Last two days ago, June 14 to be particular, his father died to a reason I'm not medically aware of. Why I say so? Marky is the type of friend that would barely share things about life and family. You'll have a hard time deciphering why he suddenly have had a bad day when our first class just started. I supposed he just lacks sleep, but no. In some cases, he pops out of the room and, the last thing I know, he's on his way home. "I need to do some laundries," he told me once. Figuratively, Marky is like an imaginary friend. He soothes my taste and being, but I'm not sure if he's even real. (He should thank me I didn't use the term "Literally.")
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