recovering from a battered feeding
stuffing themselves with glorious treats
after that leaving us with nothing but scrap
all i wanna do now is kill the PIGS!

trying to fight the feeling
of bursting out into tears
never have i felt this way
never have i been like this.

will i ever turn back
will i ever doubt myself again
thoughts tend to thicken in my head
awaiting to pour out

time will tell
so help me GOD
in everyday
i pray

i'm too freaking lazy to write
maybe when the moment comes.

then for a moment i procrastinate
in that instance everything is clear
and now i'm rising up from the ashes.

BLACK (Red, Yellow, Orange) Rest in Peace

For 11 long years it has served me
it has been there for me through my troubled days
it was there during all my adventures
it has past through fire and water
it has past through rock and sand
and sometimes heaven and hell too.

It has made me the person i am today
without it i am nothing
it gave me comfort and love
it gave me support and everlasting protection
it gave me everything a man wants
but now i just have to let it go..

So, i bid farewell.

R.I.P "Laguna Shorts"

i'm seeing a different side of me.

Thoughts at 2am..

when you get into a tight place
hang on just for that moment
it's just that place and time
that for once the tide will turn

Day Dreaming once again

i've been sleeping late everyday.
it's like somethings there
but i can't figure it out
it isn't right
trying to get it out of my chest
but i can't
what to do i ask myself.
confused and frustrated i am.

Something to think about.

Why is it so hard to tell the truth? Yet so easy to tell a lie, why do we sleep in the church but when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about God? But so easy to talk about sex? Why are we so bored to look at Christian magazines? but so easy to read a playboy magazine? Why is it so easy to delete a godly offline message yet we forward the nasty ones? Why are churches getting smaller? Yet bars and clubs are growing? Think about it.

watching them from the back seat.
just like a telescope.
searching the sky for an answer.
spotting a bright light.
that never dies.
making a wish.
and asking when dawn will come
for me.

i researched about it.
tried thinking about it.
prayed over it.
but all i could do was blow bubbles.

Trying to learn Japanese...

wa ta shi wa skikkari shita
suku ippai no onaka, hara
oto, hedo minori no nai reito shokuhin
...kora fuko na, mijime na
saru, monki kuchi
BANZAI!

And the translation goes like:

i am steady
i am stoned from vomit
Blah blah blah(i forgot the words)
...from my foot to toe
and a monkey's mouth
VIVA!

i was bored in my 3 hour class.
i was done doing all my laboratory activities.
all i could do was learn Japanese.

everything has to be where they are supposed to be.

waiting for the heat to expire.
when night falls
everything's cool.

strange weather tonight.
the air is thick.
the wind is strong in a different way.
very weird.

everything's gonna be alright.

Pope John Paul II (1920-2005)

Finally at rest after years of crippling disease, Pope John Paul II's body lay in state Sunday, his hands clutching a rosary, his pastoral staff under his arm. Millions prayed and wept at services across the globe, as the Vatican prepared for the ritual-filled funeral and conclave that will choose a successor. Television images gave the public its first view of the pope since his death: lying in the Vatican's frescoed Apostolic Palace, dressed in crimson vestments and a white bishop's miter, his head resting on a stack of gold pillows.

Pope John Paul II, who died yesterday at the age of 84, was an obscure Polish prelate who became the supreme pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church, a statesman who helped bring down Eastern European communism, and a defender of the faith who insisted that the church confront the sins of its past to prepare it for the third millennium.

I humbly ask forgiveness.
May you rest in peace.

once again mediocre

All in my mind..

thunder roars.
drums beat.
as i wake.
walking the earth 24/7.
living life for years.
doing the same routine.
when will i rest.
will i ever see the clouds.

we will all fall down.
we are like dwarves.
stepped on.
teased at.
i take the pain.
i face the fear.

no one knows.
it's all kept in me.
there used to be a time.
when all things were safe.
when life was simple.
when i never had to feel a thing.

i hide in my corner.
away from the light they call santuary.
drum beats.
rain falls.

then the silence breaks