consequences of being drunked

"Salang Wikain"

2008-06-17T19:11:00.001-07:00

Kapag may tiyaga,
May nilaga,
May makakain,
May magpapakabusog,
May magkakasala (Gluttony)

Daig ng maagap ang masipag,
Daig ng masipag ang tamad,
At daig ng tamad ang mga congressmen

Kapag maliit ang kumot,
Wag kang mamaluktot,
Bumili ka ng bagong kumot

Pagka-mahaba na ang prusisyon,
Boring

Ang lumakad ng matulin,
Pag natinik sugat

Ang hindi marunong lumingon sa pinanggalingan
Ay may stiff neck

Buntong hiningang malalim
Malayo ang mararating
Pero pag tumalon ka sa malalim
Sa langit ka makakarating

Kapag buhay ang inutang
Buhay rin ang kabayaran
Pero pag kaibigan mo ang umutang,
Wag ka ng umasang ikaw ay babayaran

Pagsasabi ng tapat,
Pagsasama ng maluwag
Pero kapag lumuwag na ng lumuwag,
Gabi gabi na yang ginaganap

Ang gawa sa pagkabata,
Dala hanggang sa pagtanda
At ang ibang matanda,
Kung umasal para pa ding bata

Ang ating kakanin dapat ay
sa sariling pawis manggaling
Kaya ang lasa ng kinakain,
Lahat maalat at maasim

Kung ano ang itinanim
Ay siya ring aanihin
Kaya pag hindi mo kamukha ang anak mo,
Magduda ka na sa asawa mo

Nomadic Soul

2008-06-10T00:56:00.001-07:00

The rotting stench awakened him in his deep slumber. He almost vomited, as he open his weary eyes. His blurred sight then roamed around the unknown setting. The murky, dreadful place is not recognizable by his thoughts. As the haziness created by his own mind faints, he sensed that he was in a passageway. He was in a much stretched slightly dimmed tunnel channeling to nothingness. Perplexed by the sudden shift of worlds, he rose up, looked directly at the nomadic trail, then started walking.

Walking through the aisle, he was restless, still agitated by what has happened to him. The confusing notion became clear when the slimy walls of the passageway flashed his memories, his long gone memories. He was an optimistic lad back then. He takes every great opportunity as a challenge, as he enjoys every moment of his life in its finest. Love, kindness, pride and passion constitutes him. But the tides of life then roamed in his oceans. The occurrences of opportunities became stresses, problems then pain. He cannot cope with the miserable situation he is into. Still he was expecting that everybody or at least somebody will guide him in this difficult journey of life. But sadly, no one did. He was left alone, unaided by nobody. Depression overwhelmed within him. His resistance then declined. Diversity of ailments then conquered his feeble state. Day after day his condition worsens. He cannot withstand with this anymore. He cannot endure the aching pain, the despair and the solitude that he was bearing. Then, a lifeless corpse was found awkwardly hanging. No one mourned at it. No melancholic moment, no grieving.
Then the flashes slowly faded.

Now, blaming himself for his mad, selfish act, there was nothing that he could do. He cannot believe in his deepest thoughts that his mortal days were gone. Extreme emotions then filled his emptiness. The tempest sensations within him turned into foolishness, rage, then shame. He started running to nowhere as tears flowed endlessly in his cold face. Then, he unconsciously collided with something. His swollen body then knocked at the crooked freezing ground.

He returned to his senses when a gateway suddenly unlocks, radiantly giving him light. The luminous light brightens the dark, mysterious world that he was into. He then saw a Goddess, face so fair and her skin was as white as snow.

The presence of the Goddess somewhat ease the torment that he was suffering. He was not afraid of the deity for there was an indistinct bond. He was empowered by the gladness that filled his worn-out heart. Then, without having a hesitation in his frail mind, he surrendered himself at the Divine Being. The Goddess was smiling at him; but silently, mockingly laughs at him as she embraces her now reaped soul. The flame blazes, engulfing them, as the gateway seals its tarnished, aged doors into oblivion.

The Nomadic World

2008-06-10T00:46:00.000-07:00

My principle about life itself in the past is so ideal, so naive. However, as my dreams and ambitions were laid six feet underground, I realized that human life is all about PRIDE and MONEY after all.

You are the maker of your own destiny, however, somebody can be that someone too. That's the vindictiveness of life itself, domination and submissiveness. You should never be egotistic.

Swallowing broken glasses feel much better than accepting your own destiny. But remember that life is all about sacrifices, like sacrificing your own dreams and ideals for the sake of others.

The human world is all about cycles; however, the cycles themselves do not speak about the human world. Your world can be diverted in an instant; can be a big mess in an instant. You can be a big looser in an instant. And that's the reason why we're called imperfect humans. But that's not the main essence of life, it's not about gaining or losing something, it's about becoming someone.

If you're in a challenging situation, do not ask help in any of your friends because you do not have one. There is no such thing as friendship, only inexperienced companions.

Running away from your problem or blaming somebody for your own mistakes can make you feel better, however, you have not solve anything by this. The world is a bazaar of self-help. No one will help you except that cold cash and your own self. If nothing happens, you can still kill yourself and prove the world that your a big looser.

The nomadic trail is an enormous maze filled with struggles and dilemma created and still enhanced by the humans themselves to maintain their own kind. From the day that you were born, you're already a part of it. Time, money, pride and effort are the essential keys in keeping you breathing in this labyrinth. The reward that lies ahead is death and the only thing that will allow you to access it is LIVING.