Bang!

Control...

To control is to exercise authoritative or dominating influence over an object, thought, body, purpose, mind, etc and the list goes on.

Am I in control of my life? It's funny how I thought of this just a few minutes ago. It actually hit me while I was in the ARPT range earlier but it's only now that I'm feeling the essence of the question.

I think I am... I mean I hope I am. I have doubts about this since I just proved myself wrong this afternoon. I bombed my Filipino long test... I was absolutely horrified by my mediocre performance. I am utterly pathetic, I tell you.

I wish I could control my life... (I actually think that this is something futile to accept)

I'd want to give an example of this.

In competitive shooting, it's a battle for control over your nerves. You have to master the perfect breathing technique so as to gain complete control over your movement. Breathe in and out a couple of times before aiming at your target to slow your heart rate. Then exhale slowly while bringing the gun up. You have to start aiming as soon as you find your sweet spot on the stock of the rifle. Time your breathing...

Now, you might loose control of your breathing. Your hands may start shaking, your muscles may start twitching if you don't execute everything properly.

You can choose to stop breathing, but in the end, the body's powerful urge to continue its existence compels you to gasp for air. This is something so primal... so instinctive... so fascinating.

I don't know how to end this so I'll just keep things hanging for now.

Tribute to my bestfriend Jaycee Uybaretta!!! Marry me marry my bike! Labo... haha

I love you Jose Carlos Cecilio Uybaretta!!! Woohoo!!! You rock!!! Rawrrr

Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head

I've been having one of the lowest weeks in history. I went to school today, expecting that there'd be Math class and Filipino class... Bzzzt... No class for the afternoon.

"Oh, E.Z. did you forget?"
"Awww kawawa ka naman!"
"Yeah, they announced that last Friday, duh!"

Don't you just love how your friends in school are so sympathetic and helpful? Amazing.
Well, to add insult to injury, it started raining. No, it started raining LIKE HELL! I was the only person in the smocket... It was like a scene from some Drama B-Movie.

The strong rain... the pathetic blue umbrella not helping the situation... the soaked kawawa looking dude... the dying cigarette. So classic!

I've been having unbelievable highs and lows so far.

I've been the unluckiest guy in the whole world. Dammit! What's wrong with me?

Tenderness

Happy Birthday Nicole Sarmiento!!!

Stay Quiet

I'm so sorry.

Standing Still

As I watched the rain fall... as I felt myself breathe...

... I realized that no one else can make me feel this way.

No one else comes close.

There can be no comparison. No compromise whatsoever.

I miss you.

Doubts...

I hate you, you-plastic-mother-fucking-son-of-a-bitch. Oh, and while you're at it, do smile. I'll knock your teeth out.

I'm getting pissed...

The Compass That Points South

Nice guys finish last. It has always been that way. I haven't seen or experienced anything that can change this opinion. No, not opinion. That word isn't apt anymore.

I am stuck in between everything else. I am neither here nor there.

Pathetic.

Stupid.

Idiotic.

Foolish.

Brooding.

Bingo. Hah. Just the right descriptions.

I am the understatement whilst being grossly exaggerated. Still don't get it? I knew it... It'll always be that way. I am a book; a novel written in some strange foreign language, in a world that only speaks and comprehends English.

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Hedgehog's Dilemma...