Dreams

Sleep is a necessity. We need it to function properly, grow, and repair from the daily abuses we receive. Now a days, more and more sleep is deprived, thus less dreams are dreamt.

Some view dreams as simply a necessity. They only go to bed when they feel sleepy. Often, these people exhibit routinary behaviors, only looking at the necessity of the basic functions of life. Not so much is dreamed here.

Some view them as reward after a hard day's work. They go to sleep if and only if, they feel satisfied with what they have done for the day. It is a nice way to achieve a lot of things. Over achieving is trendy with these people. Usually, these people view sleep as a waste of time, since they are not doing anything productive,

Some view it as an escape from the real world, to a world that one would like. They are not satisfied with the world they live in, so they create their own. Quietly, they know that their dreams will not come true, so they sleep some more, only to experience the heaven they created.

masahol pa sa market, malala pa sa arcade

A marketplace promotes the mentality, everyone for himself. The buyer wants the best product almost only to himself. The sellers on the other-hand, want to give a lesser product for the greatest amount of money possible. Masahol pa sa market.
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An arcade consists of many who would bash other players meaninglessly to satisfy his own superiority complex. walang karapatan this, walang karapatan that. If he becomes good enough, he does not care anymore about others, as long as he is not affected by other players. Malala pa sa arcade.

Losing It

by Symbo

I'd better rest my eyes
'Cause I'm growing weary of
This point you've been trying to make
So rather than imply
Why don't you just verbalize
All the things that you're trying to say

-Relient K


Elaborate. Don't expect.

Explanation please?

Stop expecting people to understand you when you're speaking in figurative language that only you can understand and you're not explaining it.

Simple as that.

You used to be looked up to by your friends. You were thought of as the guy who was unexpectedly deep. You had wonderful ideas on your mind.

Your friends know you still have those bright ideas. It's just that you don't share them. When you try to share them, you don't do it directly. You just share with your own language and no elaboration. That is why your friends think you're being too proud of your ideas.

Your friends are not talking to you that much anymore. Why? They expect nothing but contradiction from you. They are afraid to share their thoughts with you, as they know you will only point out to them that they are wrong bastards in thinking such thoughts.

You always say "think deeper and you will understand me", or "read between the lines". And then you suddenly say "I'm no genius, I just write at my own level".

Guess what? Your friends are no genii either. That's why they can't understand you. So tell them just what you feel, what you want to express, what you need... just as they have told you what they feel about you... through this post.

What happened to the old you that your friends used to know? They know he's still inside you. Save him before you lose him. Save your old self before you see your new self lose its friends.

Your friends are trying not to be angry. They're trying to put up with your behavior. But they're not gonna let you just have everything your way. This is the fox way. And foxes have a way with dancing with sharks and still not get eaten. Meaning, your friends can compromise, but are not gonna be forced to satisfy your desires.

My blog: explained

I know, I know. Your quite angry that what i have been writing for the past posts go against "our" code of ethics.

It is like this:
You look for a pearl not in the shallowest waters, but in the deep ocean.
You seek for a diamond, not in the plains, but underneath mountains.
You look for gold, not in basins of shining water, but above the water falls.

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You look for the meanings of what i write in very shallow water, and what you find are small pearls, chipped diamonds, and specs of gold. Look higher and deeper, to find its true value.

a short post

dedicated to those high-order-thinkers.

I was told that I need to think in a deeper sense. I did, I do. Now, I challenge you to think in a deeper sense.

Why do I punch you people?

Ok, here's the deal. I've been notified that you want an answer to why I punch people. Now, I ain't gonna say something stupid like, i have no idea, or uhh I don't know. I'm goin to bore the hell outta you so you won't ask anymore questions.

The number one reason is I'm stressed just below my breaking point. Some idiots will say,"eh ako rin naman eh". I say,"gago, hindi naman ako ikaw eh, hayaan mo akong maging ako."If ever that those idiots ask, ill never answer 'em.

The second reason is it is my outlet. Some High Order thinkers will say, "may topak ka ba, 'di mo gawin constrictuve outlet mo eh". I say, "ano gusto mo, pumatay ako ng criminal, let my outlet be my outlet".

The third reason is it is an expression. Some nagging know-it-alls will say, "ba't ang galing ng expression mo ng feelings mo, sapak, suntok, sipa". I say, " wow galing mo naman, makigaya ako sa trend, so sabi mo i should be cliche, eh gusto ko sapak eh, let my actions be y actions".

The fourth reason is it is my reflex. Some neurosurgons and quantum physicists, and rocket scientists will say, "tama bang pitikin ka lang tapos sapak igaganti mo. I say, "oo, eh ano, pitik mo malakas na sakin, gaganti ako ng malakas di sa 'yo".

Why do I act in such a dangerous manner?
-Answer- because it is a dangerous world. Pacifism is dead. This is a new world order!!!

The Last Soldier

November 11, 1918 10:50 - 10:55

The last day of the world war was November 11^th 1918, known as Armistice Day. Despite November 11^th being the last day of the war, on many parts of the Western Front fighting continued as normal. This meant, of course, that casualties occurred even as the people of Paris, London and New York were celebrating the end of the fighting.

The exact end of the war was the eleventh month of the eleventh day of the eleventh hour.

News arrives to the division that the war was about to end. Yet, they were given orders to advance to a near machine post guarded by enemies, and take it. Half way, a barrage of gunfire was heard. One soldier fell.

That soldier died 10:59 am, one minute before the end of the war.