like a kid with a new toy

can't believe it took me nearly a decade of using the internet to finally know how to upload pictures.
don't have a habit of carrying a camera around and my pauper friends do not believe in camera phones.
this photograph was taken on my 21st birthday, before my face was creamed.




every guy in this picture is single, but availabilty varies. =)

nature of the beast

new blood arrives, hopes are revived
swiftly he climbs the learning ropes
making masters look like flops
with schedules amended,
celebration commended...

the place is packed
people like cards in a deck
however, the jacks are here for the queens
some wanting to bring them back
others just needed them to lick it clean

he lit a cigarette
knowing himself, he felt regret
this game of poke-her(poker) was not for him
he is not, in any ways, a prophet
maybe he just didn't like filthy hyms

the queen of spades casted a glance
inquisitive, decisive, she made her advance
he did not deter, it did not matter
soon her body was all over
but he kept his hands together
thinking of the past which haunted him like a reaper

the lights are dimming, the guys are steaming
the gate is unhinged, the beasts are unleashed
fruits are ripe, ready for the relish
of men burying their pipes to the finish
he left and went home
alone on his bed, these words formed

what i want is to have and to hold
emptiness in me is the ending
everytime i fuck and go

of sky and pastures

was on the phone with a close friend, did some emo talk since it's late at night.

i'm sitting under a tree, basking in the warmth of the clear blue sky, and admiring the sceneric evergreen pastures. i'll feel at ease and contented, not wanting anything more. so if i'm actually sitting under an apple tree, i wouldn't know. so i'll die there not knowing what an apple is and how it tastes like. but if an apple drops, and if i take a bite at it, i might like it. and if i do, i'll probably think that apples only drop and cannot be plucked. and if i do not like the taste of it, i'll just throw it away and think apples cannot be eaten.

but my friend is quite different. in the same circumstances, instead of feeling relaxed under the tree, she'll look around for something, instead of waiting for that something to happen. so if she sees the apples above her, she'll try to reach them, wanting to know what an apple taste like.

so yeah.. i guess i'm the kind of person that lives to die. and i really appreciate who i am.

first words

last night while flipping through my work file, i decided to pen my thoughts and emotions on a piece of paper. then it suddenly dawned on me i haven't done constructive writing in 6 years. it was then i truly felt like a school dropout, which i actually am.

so now i'm finally here to blog. reason being only one, just to 'write'. i guess most of my posts will not be based on my daily life, since i don't have much of one anyway. so i'll just write my crappy views and perceptions of any and everything. look forward to it.