so walang princess sara today para mag-make way sa pagbroadcast ng plunder case ni erap. matraffic nga daw according to gilbert wala xa masakyan papnta work.. lintik naman oh. sa totoo lang mas may matututunan pko sa princess sara kesa dun. tulad ng kagandahan ng loob, kabutihang asal, pagpapakumbaba, pagiging matapat..hehe and so on.. [xmpre joke lang yan, ung part na walang matututunan sa plunder case ni erap hehe, pero ung kay istorya ni sara at ang paglilitis sa kanya walang kasing- halaga nun!hehe ulet.]

~mag-english naman tyo~

i ransacked my old friendster blog [which the worst blog so far] only to find precious entries that made me contemplate on lots of things. my old self had more life, more spirit and greater grasp of what it wants. i guess looking at other's lives consumed me, plus aggravated emotions [which i thought were buried more than 6 feet under] emerged from the earth of unconsciousness walking like flesh- eating zombies {and by "flesh" i mean my live being}. they were out to get me.


i remember a friend who has a knack for writing. i also remember that we write what we know. we write based on our experiences in life.. her life consists of lots of drama. drama from when she was still a kid, abandoned by her parents, (i'm not going to elaborate any further for i want to conceal her identity)etc.. so she goes about her normal life living every second of it the most extraordinary way she knows how.. how, you say? by OVERANALYZING everything. i don't know but it works for her. she's well on her way on becoming the next jessica zafra. ;)


i remember how i used to write short stories, poems or bland comments on shit that bothers me. i used to hide away from all the nazis of endless interventions of hipocrites and witches i met in life. sadly, some of them are within the same bloodline. i had 2 escape hatches, both are free spirits (or whatever they claim themselves to be). they were the light barers. they slay those who hovers the blue skies and wring the dark clouds to flood my dreams in my sleep.

now, i have no idea where they strayed. all i know is, they took my other self. they knew they had to. i am now the mortal that i should be and they are the geese that fly against all the other geese. they go north while the rest go south. it's one of the reasons why the mob, crowd , herd, or flock miscontrue their idea of freedom, our idea of freedom! we're not trying to bump into you. we just need to go somewhere where lemmings are far from sight. or we can watch them drown too. you are the ones who hurt yourselves with delusions of pain and prosecution. not us. not us.
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i'll be reposting old blog entries from friendster. watch out for it!