Eating and trying to see if there's any? I don't know.

We have no meaning, our definition comes from us. Looking back at what we've been through, it's us who writes ourselves a novel or two. Comedy or drama, you name it.


 People say it's beautiful, but it's a lie. What makes it even more beautiful, is that everything will start off to become a lie as soon as others made a vision of their own construct.



It is harder, but it is easier. That is the irony of things.

Both sides can't be of same symmetry, thus we shape our own.


It starts getting weirder and weirder, each time people say, "It's fine" or "It's normal".

Well in fact, there is a parallax between what it is, and what it should be. Cameras make the best comparison for this. Try to figure, but we all end up having different guesses.

We don't live to please people, we are here to be ourselves. We're here to find out never ending questions. And then, having our version of answers to such questions.

P.S.

People don't quit lolly gagging, they just find ways to make up for it. I find it nice, though.

Way past time, way past now.

Let the clock wind up, as the days continue to go. 

I see an opening where it all was. Something that written, which is lost out of nowhere.

I still believe, we can be written, well at least for the best. A memory that makes us smile of something that 

has become a part of us. I can never forget, and it will live countless times in my head no matter what i do. 

Every thought is significant, though not to everyone who takes a share of it.

Foolish, yes it will sound as it is. But, a grain of sand will remind me of the grandest scheme of things.

I shall not believe, i shall be just the way i wanna be.

It shall wish us well. I look up to everything that grows. Just as how high it can become.

I cannot imagine. 

Let me recall, i was happy then. Yet, i still choose to be happy now.

Everything, it seems like it was a turn of the card. I suppose it was not. 

We follow what we want to be. That's how it goes.

For every inch of thought that is written, jumbled words and random notes.

I will not keep this to myself, but i still do, think of you.

 

Rainy days

For these past few days, the rain has been pouring hard and it somehow left us something to think upon.

The stranded people at taft knows how cold and hard it is to cross the waters at that time.

We took the liberty of staying to a safer place where we could call home for just a few hours.

It felt like shit crossing to a safer ground, but it was worth the experience. By the time we got ourselves comfy, we ate and talked for hours about things that we can laugh ourselves about. :)

The cheese was awesome, the movie was great. Friends, you were the awesome-st people that night. :-bd

Thanks guys, we had a good one. :)

Post: If ever you get to read this.

I try to believe that everything is clear. I want to, but then no one else should try to speak before i say this.

People screw up for certain reasons. But, this. This. It is not the clearest cut of things. There are a lot of things that people don't know, yet they insist that they do. What happens if every time we go to this, and they (these people) do it again. I guess, go figure.

I want this to be okay. Even though it's all over. And if ever you do read this, try to think of as well. 

We try not to be one-sided at these unresolved problems.

I hope this does us well.