The Epitome Of Happiness

"Maybe the creators of that movie ( The Pursuit of Happiness ) saw me when I was still applying for a job, coz that is my story. "

---- Our Face----

(An Anagram)

Never, never judge a book until you have read it. It is one thing to read a good story and another thing to be touched and be inspired by the story.

In this world now where time leaves you with so much to catch up with, where people would just create their own imaginary definitions of you, sometimes, it sucks to realize that everything is superficial.

Many will come and talk to you and they will all leave you a lesson, but only few will leave you not just a lesson but also an inspiration to go on with your life inspite the hopelessness that our short-sighted eyes could see.

This man (the topic of this post) is one of the few who gave me the picture of real happiness, a portrait of the brighter side, and the sketch of sunshine after a storm.

People might think that these stories are just fairytales and just feel good novels, and I must admit that I'm one of those bitter people who don't buy such logic, but I would like to testify my paradigm shift... that happiness is real, we just have to learn how to appreciate it.

Way Back On Track

"All I wanna do is find my way back in to..."
----Music And Lyrics----

This movie just gave me a big slap on my head that reminds me to get back on track... anyway, it was such a long time ago since I wrote my last piece. I feel so uninspired to write such things that won't get me anywhere anyway... that is to my reckoning. But that has been my life. I lived my whole life with pens and papers. I guess that is the shadow I could never let go. Though it has been such a long long while since the last time I picked up my guitar and hum with those symphonies on my head and words at the tip of my pen. Life is crazy at the moment and I couldn't find my way to find serenity within. I guess I have to talk to my "old" self... when I was still at peace with myself. Maybe then I could find myself singing again and my soul humming those sweet melodies long been forgotten by my frame of mind. I think its really time for me to get back on writing. Yup!... Back on track.

Brighter Than The Sunshine

Amidst the gloom and that damn down feeling, I still find myself smiling for no reason... and it feels great to be empty yet still smiling.



I mean "empty"... you know that hallow man?

It is worse than carrying the weight of the whole world.




And that is what I call the art of pretending.




So... smile!




Ciao!

ShOw Me ThE MoNeY!

It was a bit frustrating to finally arrived at the bottom of the line just to find out that it was not what you are actually anticipating at all.



But nonetheless, I believe that nothing is coincidence... everything is but a destiny.




I believe that good deeds begets good deeds.

Though it might look bitter in the beginning... there will always be that sweet fair share.

Sweet... that is to count the chocolates... hehehe!!! Thanks dude! You know I love them!


Show me the money...

Nope! I'm no longer desperate though I'm still a bit uninspired...

But I'm working on it, though!

Reality Check

Just saw “Blood Diamond” lately and it was a good movie plus to owe the fact that it was a freebie… any better than that? Huh!

Very moving, actually. I end up feeling sorry and at the same time angry with what is happening in our world.


Did God really left this place a long time ago? After all that we’ve done, could He still forgive us?... is Danny Archer right? Oh! well, so much pondering, though.


So much to ponder about that movie. I end up frustrated.


Anyway, last wednesday was my first formal meeting with the consultants and it was damn right eerie to talk without anything to say, actually… so I end up screwing my lines… hahaha!!! But it was alright. I don’t give a damn. Anyway it ended up good... if that is to count the foods on top of the tables after. Hahaha!!!



After the tiring weeks of non-stop work and after-work rehearsals, finally, the show was over and we’ve done a great job bagging the grand prize and applause from the viewers. But again, I mess up during the real act… but it was okay because the show went on just right… and it wouldn’t matter if some would actually criticize us because we understand that that is an act of insecurity… duh! Hahaha!!!


Lastly, I’m hoping to finish all my requirements for my job. I need to break it before the deadline. God help me!!!



So here I am, twisting my hair… a song playing in my head that goes…

I've seen this place a thousand times

I've felt this all before...

I know this face I'm wearing now

I've seen this in my eyes...And though it feels so great, I'm still afraid

I've caught myself smiling alone... blah! blah! blah!


Its time for reality check, though!

Distant Horizons

If everything else falls apart...
Land with me.

Favorite Mistake

It only took one wrong move to make the dominoes fall and landed to where they are right now. I wanted to close my eyes as one piece to another started to move, unbreakable chain of reaction happened right before my very eyes. I was juggling all along and, yes, it took just one, one wrong move to let all the pieces fall apart.



I don't have anyone to blame but myself because I created my own mess and it seemed to be too complicated to be real... but then it is REAL!



I'm not sure how it all started but I guess, there's something in the way I move that led others to start having suspicions and it eventually grew... that is the one thing I did not anticipated to happen and worse... that is one thing I was not able to notice, not until it is too great now to control and worse, it had gone too far to go back.



And so the tale of another two worlds starts with a twist of fate. A story not everybody, I reckon, will understand. Two worlds against time and critics, worse, two worlds against their own world. Trying to lurk the real from within because they both knew the consequence. Trying to act as comfortable as they could but they both know there is something going on and only the two of them could understand that.



They flinch back against each other because time ain't that forgiving. They don't want to step forward because they are both scared that it won't be real... eventually.
So as two worlds revolve, let the falling pieces land where they should be.




P.S.
"When I see how my path seem to end up before your face... it is written in the stars." - Damn! am I suppose to believe that there really is what you call "destiny"? Heck! I'm not a fool!... but maybe I really am.




P.P.S.
This song inspired me today.I'm too damn busy these days with my own struggles in life. Yes, my days are full yet I end up empty.

"People need the Lord... At the end of the broken dreams, He is the open door."



P.P.P.S.
I'm missing the "Versions"... too bad!... worse?... I'm getting used living without it. ='(


A Blessed Week Ahead!

Fate In My Palms

Someone else’s destiny was shaped by my own palms and it is damn eerie to think that I did it.



It is one thing to be the one transforming someone else’s destiny and another thing to think that when everything falls apart, you are the one to blame.



I want to convince myself that I did the right thing, but in a way or another, at the back frame of my mind, it tells me that somehow I’m playing someone else’s fate and it is not quite a funny thought to realize such.



But on the other hand, it is such a heck to be in this kind of situation when in the first place, I’m not even in control with my own fate in life.



Heck! – Right?!



P.S.
How can I fall when you just won’t give me reasons at all… (Version XXOVII)



P.P.S.
Happy Hiring To Me!!! Yey!


Special Thanks to:
Johanna Lara (my first patient)
Catalina C. Hermosura (my first signature)


God Bless Us All!!!
Ciao!!!

Mc Farland Syndrome

I spilled a glass of milk but I did not cry. Its because its not actually mine, but I grieve silently, privately knowing that that milk belongs to that person I would like to think, somehow special, but I guess he really is not special to my own volition, I reckon so, if that is based in mind matters.



But what is the point? It is simply grieving for the lost of others even if they don’t care for you, or worse, they don’t even know you at all. And what is worse than being invisible and at the same time insensible?... or in short… you don’t exist at all.



I’m trying to replace the missing piece but…nothing fits.



What the heck I should do when it is you the Mc Farland?