A Purgatory

wow…

earlier we had a soccer practice at the admin field with Coach Erwin, janver,bilbz and me. We’ve done numerous (by this it would suggest it hurts kinda thing haha) headings/headers. It was really painful to the forehead and pimp sprouts…ewwwness.

anyway before that I woke up at 4 am and I sort of fell back to sleep. Then I had a dream

It was in the CSM like hallways. I was the first to take the test. Inside a room there was a counter where a lady stood, she gave me a piece of paper. Yup it was unreadable then all of a sudden images flashed before my very eyes. I was shrieking  to no end. just then it ended.

When it was my other batchmate’s turn, we were asked to go outside.

Three of the others went to explore the other rooms. They had the intention of qwatching what was happening inside the room we left. Just then, there inside the room they went to, there were three beds and also a tv. They were so curious that they turned the television on. and they were very happy to see that it was a video stream of what was happening inside the room we left. Then the videochanged: it was featuring the room itself but now witth three demons on the bed. It was horrifying

the harder it becomes 1

whew..looks like i’ve had tough months-no blogging and no social life-and what’s hurting is that my thesis sucks.i don’t like how things are going and i don’t mind changing direction now. i think i don’t have enough time to do the things i want to. i want to read books and digest the stories slowly but i don’t have leisure time to do so. there are a lot of upcoming exams and events and i don’t kn ow if i can still have a quiet time i so desire.

this is #1. i’m so overly stressed. hey my knee joints hurt. maybe i need to drink arthricin(–,)> it’s all because of soccer. it’s always on my mind especially now that i’m appointed captain. yeah, i love being captain and i love playing but what stops me are my knees. imagine me being old with my knees giving up on me. funny yeah. anyway, i can’t give up soccer now. i just need to push myself harder and harder until it becomes so hard my feet runs away from me.funny again yeah again.

this is #2. i am not taking things seriously. my face most of the time looks serious-whoa!no hitting below the belt man!-haha, but heed the fact that i’m not serious. i only appear serious yet i am blank, blank as the clear cloudless skies.how many skies there are?i don’t know except that when each looks up, one calls what is above sky, and so when we both look up, its skies.plural form yeah.

this is #3. hope this is the last one. no matter how negative or pessimist i sound, bear in mind that i’m never gonna give up. there ain’t no givin’ up on me honey, no matter what it takes or costs. haha..i’m as unstoppable as a beating heart and a rolling ball. i’m still playing and i’m gonna finish my thesis no matter what it takes and costs. a few pesosessss wont hurt.

 

good nyt april hope you don’t look too tired to make us think you’re getting along..haha..

The Dilemma of the Last Filipino: A Critical Reading

The Dilemma of the Last Filipino is an essay written by Hilarion M. Henares, Jr. This interestingly touches on much deeper themes regarding nationalism (I am eager of making this review since I’ve noticed how most Philippine Literature sources are not found in the internet).

 

maybe many people should read more on their own contemporary writers. For once let us love our own and learn to appreciate it.