Monday, October 1, 2012
Seriously, this is us running away from our Pride.
We just can't.
It is always there, just like change.
even if you hide it, it is more freaking annoying to not say something that you can be proud of.
Pride, it makes you weak, it makes you annoying, it makes you supreme.
I myself have this sh*t clinging at me.
it holds me back from who i am.
it holds me back from what i can do.
it holds me back from being human.
I tried to throw it away once in the abyss, but then it returned like the walking dead.
I myself have this sh*t looking after me.
Making me feel supreme.
Making me feel what power should i hold.
Making me feel what i shouldn't be feeling.
I tried to lock in once inside a box called pandora, but pandora opened it. f*** you pandora.
Pride once helped me with what can I do.
Helped me with a tough decision that let me free.
Helped me twice with something that helped me become me.
Helped me thrice and a couple of times to be me.
This blog is just plain senseless. I'm not even proud of publishing this sh*t because it's just absurd but then again i will publish this.
just like these mother blubbers.
you know, they're just proud of them selves.
Hey bro i borrowed a pic: http://wwwmortzcortigoza.blogspot.com/2012/08/congressman-to-dpwhremove-my-name-in.html thanks.
Monday, May 21, 2012
That explicit word is a curse word among the filipino people.
Originaly it's called 'Gago' but then men grew smarter and start to notice that even female beings can be dumb too, so there it is, the female version of Gago..... 'Gaga'
Then a pop icon appeared and used the word Gaga instead of Galunggong.
According from a source at yahoo answers:
"Rob Fusari, who helped her write some of her earlier songs, helped create the moniker Gaga, after the Queen song "Radio Ga Ga". Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta was in the process of trying to come up with a stage name when she received a text message from Fusari that read "Lady Gaga.""
Then the name Lady Gaga was born.
I wonder if genteleman galunggong will be an awesome stage name.
But then again
Let me give you an example:
Woman: hoy gago ka ah bakit mo ko sinisilipan?
Man: gaga! Bakla ako masyado kang ambisyosa baho baho naman niyan.
Enough about that.
I don't even like Lady Gaga's songs. But heck i go gaga because she is hot.
With her weird costumes, with her weird dance steps, with her weird persona, Lady Gaga was a stripper back then.
First song that i've heard from her was the song poker face... And the word was made famous and drowned in the mouth of the people that i knew. I didn't go gaga with that song. (yes knew, because i dont know them anymore)
There even was a controversy that she is a hermaphrodite... Then i kept on looking for videos and pictures displaying her genitals but i don't think and in my opinion that she has one. Still i go gaga to her.
Then there came the song judas.
With that single song i have nothing against, for i am a song writer too. I wont go gaga on her song.
I write what i feel, i write what i eat, i write what i experienced, i write what i see, hear, taste and smell.
She wrote that song not because she is a satanist, she wrote that song because she wants to express something.
It is art. It is her freedom to express. It is her own view.
As blasphemous as it might look to the roman catholics, and will forever be a sin to the Lord,
If you think that watching the concert is a sin, so help me god.
Lady Gaga is a great performer, with her stage performance that she slipped, i laughed there not that hard but then again she kept on playing as if nothing ever happened. Wish there were blood.
Now at this very moment what is the reaction of the pope again?
She will be performing tomorrow. again tomorrow... Wait she did performed last year 2009 right?
The controversy here is about the video and the song judas.
Some say it's mocking jesus. Hey i mean come on i know that is wrong why not tell lady gaga not to play he song Judas for 2 nights?
The problem is they judge Lady Gaga from her song.
If it weren't for her song the bible group guys will not be crying their hearts out.
Playing with bikini?
Well hello my friends, if you look closely some themes in some variety shows here in the philippines displays sexy women with sexy outfit. The that's fresh from my memory was the part where cristine reyes danced in a two piece outfit. Damn that was hot.
Whatever happened to the slogan "it's more fun in the Philippines"
Well enough about this, you might say i'm a gaga supporter, well the truth is
Nah im just kidding.
I don't take any stand. i do think something is wrong with lady gaga's outfit, well why not tell her about it.
Something is really wrong with the song judas, well why not tell her nicely?
In my opinion protesting is just a waste of time and energy in something like that.
To what ever happens to the youth after that show, then freaking guide them.
It's not like they are all going to be a badass kid who will dance with a bikini and sing and write songs like that song.
The youth knows what is right and what is wrong.
It is still their choice whether to follow the steps of Gaga.
Or become a priest like papa Piolo from the teleserye Dahil Sa Pagibig.
Cause baby he was born that way.
If you know what i mean.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The moment our body starts to beg for our bed, is the moment our body begins to dread.
No man can withstand the power of tiredness, Even the busiest man on the planet.
You drink tons of coffee,
Tons of energy drink,
And tons of caffeine.
But no one can ever replace the power of sleeping.
I sleep for 5 to 7 hours a day, I'm like an iPhone for pete's sake.
We all are.
Staying late has a reason. Well maybe a thousand reason. You maybe staying up late because of something, you might be staying up late because of someone.
Or maybe you are staying up late because you are just sick.
The damn insomnia that strikes in a bit.
The sweet tender bed that calls you every night, but there is Facebook and twitter almost every single night.
It's a conflict of interest well you might say, I'm just speaking out something that i just want to say.
Abusive logic our mind can be, but our bodies are depleting instantly.
Give in give in, give in to your sleep. Before you start to see the lurker in your dreams.
I had a cup of this bitter drink, two spoons of it without sugar in it. Black as hell like my friend... I am not racist but i sure like to tell.
My heart is pounding like the clock is ticking, I'm just waiting for my final sailing. Let me sail across the sea, the deep dark sea if which i can only see.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
It started with a make-believe date and I never ever forgot it.
I have a souvenir, a picture, our first ever picture.
She looked amazing. most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. and even talked to.
her eyes like the lost crystals from the beautiful goddess named Cosmos.
her nose like Cleopatra's image as how I perceive it.
her lips, red as a cherry, kissable like I dream it to be.
Her smile that can lit up a room and melt my heart.
keep her happy i said, yes i will i proclaimed.
we talked like we were dating, I even asked "so why masscom?" i forgot what she told me cause like in the movies, everything goes silent while the one that you really like talks to you. (yeah it happens)
and from that moment on my heart skipped a beat and told me "go for her" at first i was little hesitant knowing that i'm still young and there are cute and beautiful girls around as far as I can live my life.
from that moment on, I knew something is different about this girl.
Time flies so fast, that on a Friday morning I planned on what to give her on valentines day.
I gave her this plastic yellow rose, a large chocolate and a bracelet with her name in it.
and on a Saturday afternoon at the entrance of our school i was waiting for her to get out. suddenly i called her name
she said "oh?"
i gave her my present to her.
"Happy Valentines Day"
i told her.
Then she looked at me and gave me a smile and she said "Thank you"
From that day i'm sure she is who i want to love.
and that is the start of a beautiful story.
Reminiscing the part of my life that im sure she forgot but i have always treasured it. whenever i get down and confused on what to do, i always get back on where i started, as soon as i remember it, my love recharges it overflows.
this story is for someone i love, oh she knows it's for her cause it happened to her.
this story wont ever stop, cause i know for sure my love wont stop.
loving her is so very sure,
without hesitation i'd press the publication.
i'm proud of loving her with all my heart, how i love my family and how i love my god.
like when a catholic decides to baptize, they are sure to become's God's able,
Like i have decided to love her until i am able.
i hope she smiles when she reads,
my daily task to her as long as i live.
now to love or not to love?
to love her is the answer to that question.
love her, protect her, respect her, take care of her, never ever leave her.
that is how i will love her.
it's 3:00 am i'd better text her, i'll be in bed in a bit of later.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Maarteng Karanasan sa Daanan
May oras na marami,
may oras na wala.
Akoy nakatitig sa marami,
minsan namay tulala.
Ang maruming sahig na walang banig,
ay pilit na inaapakan ng isang libong mukha na mukhang dukha.
May kumikiskis, may pumapadyak,
may tumatapak na parang pumapalakpak.
"Ale" sigaw ng isang binata,
nagtatanong lamang siya kung magkano ang kurdon na tela.
Ang nakabusangot na mukha ng ale,
di ko maisip kung siya lang ba ay natatae.
Ang maruruming paa na kulay tsokolate ang tema.
Di ko alam kung saang lupalop ba sila napadpad,
pero huwag naman sana sa Cagayan.. na nilamon ng tubig, putik at lupa.
Mga mukhang pagod,
mga mukhang masigla.
Sino nga ba sa kanila ang may tunay na ruta.
na parang tambay sa Pasay.
Nang may nagtanong kung saan ba ang daanan.
Tinuro ko ang daanan ng mga buhay,
at hindi na niya ako ginambala ng tunay.
Sa aking paghihintay ako ay napaisip,
Kung lagi lang ba akong maghihintay ng matagal at nagiisip.
Sa Pagibig, sa trabaho at sa aking pagiisip,
Lahat sila'y aking inaantay ng matagal sa aking isip.
Dumating na nga ang aking hinihintay,
Siya ay maganda na puno ng buhay,
at nakatanaw ang kanyang mga kilay.
Sa dami ng tao ako tuloy ay kanyang hinanap,
Nasa tabi na niya ako, sa dulo pa naghahanap.
Ang daanan minsa'y sadyang makitid.
Ang destinasyon mo na nga ay nasa gilid,
patuloy ka paring naghahanap sa ibang gilid.
Kung ano na nga ba ang nasa harapan,
minsa'y di pa din natin ito binibigyan ng pansin
upang magkaroon ng isang magandang kaganapan.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
It’s Fun nga sa Pilipinas
FRIENDLY STRANGERS IN Q.AVE, MALATE, MAKATI AVE. AND MANY MORE. Sila yung tatapik sa bintana mo at nakangiti lang sayo. O kaya naman yung sisitsitan ka ng isang lalake na nakacap sabay iiintroduce ka niya sa mga Friends niya.
HONEST POLITICIANS. Walang nandadaya sa eleksyon, lahat sila tumatakbo ng patas, pag natalo sport naman sila, walang Crab mental sa Pilipinas kasi masama yun.
MORE KIDS. ika nga diba, the more the merrier!