i can sleep anywhere.

 this photo was taken by my best friend Irish. i slept on the cold floor in a college museum.














Jasper, a friend of mine, took this photo on a ride heading home. 






                                                              This is the edited version.
                                                        (i know. i know. bad editing.)

American Idol 2011 Top 7 - Haley Reinhart (Rolling In The Deep)

GROWL YOU STAGE TIGRESS! RRarrr!

random. random. random

"I can lend you my books, my notes, my thoughts but not my genius."

- Cyrell

notes in my phone (cause everywhere i write)

don't get confused by the randomness of thoughts. they were made random. but if you observe, the entries sprung from one emotion.

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Always make efficient of the resources available at hand.

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i named myself Carla, and some other names i already forgot.

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not all days are perfect, this day justified it. sometimes odd things happen in the near end of the day, and it doesn't give you a complete sense of satisfaction for you will be bothered by the things happened just a while ago than what happened the whole day. this will give you a terrible night and deprive you of sleep. because of the terrible and often unexpected conclusion. in the end you will ask if you were happy? i will leave this question hanging for now. tomorrow, everything will be better, i will give this question an answer.

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i guest the biggest wrong of the day is giving my brother a bullet to shot his gun on me.

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and because i am deprived of my writing table. my cellphone's notepad will be the only palpable alternative at hand. This is again about the things disclosed today...and a lot of things happen, withing small ranges. i believe i momentarily lived a life both in past and present. i reminisced who i was before and find relativism to what have become of me now.

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i can't seem to conceive any genuine in you. i don't know, if the mask obviously worn is a mask at all. if your hypocrisy plotted by you foolery is for you to hurt my morals. i don't know if that's the purpose, putting unto vital consideration the follies and unbearable flippancy of your conduct, are you playing hurtful jokes on me, with obvious motives behind? but you make yourself too conspicuous i don't know what you really want. and this question constantly haunts this whole paragraph like a wandering ghost in a ghost town.
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what can be more painful than to thrust in your heart the tarnished blade of distrust, and what will be left in you if the last ounce of trust poured out fast from your heart. Bleeding, you can't put your arms upon your chest, coward to feel then flowing out of you, ashamed of the truth, confuse of the now and the uncertain hereafter, weak from hopelessness . If death equals distrust, then verdict has long been pronounced, and the convictions of the guilty will be finally laid.

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fatigued, my right gave up, now it's my left painstakingly enduring the benefit and curse of my insomnia.

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:few of the notes in my phone. last night.

EASTERific!

it's Easter Sunday! Happy! Triumphant! Egg-crashing EASTERific Sunday!

  i believe that i ought to write something about life and the glory of resurrection. not that i feel myself compelled to write something (or more likely it is.) duh, ditch that. well, this is it.

  Today's the last day of the holy week wherein people celebrates Jesus Christ's resurrection in various unique forms: Easter parties, Easter egg paint and hunt, Easter mass, processions, prayers, and many more. as for me, i think I'll be off to church later this afternoon for an Easter mass together with my family. and maybe i could have a one-on-one talk with my risen savior, which i regretfully didn't find time to do on the previous days. i hope i could find a silent corner somewhere, so that i could have a serener and spontaneous conversation with Him.

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why does eggs always associated with Easter Sundays??

  Rabbits and eggs are both symbols of the fertility goddess Eostre/Ishtar/Ostara. Her symbol is also the moon, in which some cultures see a rabbit instead of a face. Eggs also symbolize the moon and are the ultimate symbol of creation and new life. The basket is a symbol of the womb in which this new life is carried.

  People have unique ways of celebrating, despite of, it's the sincerity that counts regardless of the means.  
    
     Let's all have a meaningful and rapturous Easter Sunday celebration!

a poem on death

death-it come and go unnoticed,
like the slow departing of a leaf from its tree
or the tears from our eyes we set free
sometimes it appear in the middle of a life's feast

death-a sad lover everyone denied,
and so as revenges upon its arrival,
we experience sadness inconceivable
slow leaving and wide

death-a great find,
buried beneath the sands
it waits to be found,
by the living's blind hands

death- if at my window you knock
don't hesitate to take the door
or pass through my ceilings and wall
for your entrance is inevitable.




this is for a friend whose mother recently passed away. i know your sad, and even if i'm incapable of feeling the same degree of sorrow and missing, expect i've been through the same pain. and so, i know inexactly how it feels. my ever cordial condolence to you and your family.

benefit of an unpractical cost

"what have you found in him?"

"the things i looked for and those i did not. "

-Cyrell

i always think about a lot of things before and after i sleep...this one popped out while doing my daily ritual after sleeping. i don't really get out of my bed as soon as i'm awake, i still take long time for sprawling and thinking about things with no practical value and for no apparent reason. one primary factor why i always end up late in school. tss