Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Beautiful Lie (or Not)

The Dream I had, it felt so real
When I woke up, i thought i was dreaming





I told you, SLEEP and ME? We have a love-hate, on-off and really rocky relationship.

My playlist is screaming Metallica one second and then crooning some Hush Sound the next. Headphones in each ear, it's really escape. Escape from distractions - as i would likely tell anyone who'd ask...or Escape from reality - this is what emo people do, and emo i am not. Well, not anymore, i guess. Let's see, Locked Up from Ingrid Michaelson is my favorite song right the f now.

But for Dean, it's THAT's OKAY by The Hush Sound. Okay, here's how it goes...

You were a child who was made of glass.

You carried a black heart passed down from your dad.

You want to go back to where you felt safe,

To hear your brother's laughter,

See your mother's face.

Your childhood home is just powder-white bones

And you'll never find your way back.

--spn again, lol, just can't resist


I think the PolSci people can be the major reason of deforestation and global warming...what with all the printing of papers and the hotheatedness of the people in the world nowadays.

This is a 'wild world' as cat stevens says and 'it's hard to get by just upon a smile'. So couple that smile with hard work. Just like how Sam and Dean does it. No matter what shit life throws at them, they get up, stand, fight and move along. They don't just miraculously solve hunts and cases just by being them - they research, they interview witness, they do recon, they had a lifetime of training put to good use and their lives are difficult, but they survive. Broken but alive nonetheless.

I won't let my 'normal' life be a waste now that i know people sacrificed to work hard for this life. No, 'm not talking about Sam n Dean. 'M talking about those everyday-- you know, the jeepney driver, trisikad driver, waitress, teacher, paper-pusher in some office, moms and dads...you know the people you rely on without which you'd have a life you'd never want.

I know, how lucky i am. I would like to express my appreciation.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

move it or lose it, pal.

The stairs smell, and not in the funny way. Thanks, cats.

At least, back home, the slipper-napping dogs can be pretty much told to approximate a domesticated conduct.

I had no sleep, 4 cups of coffee, an unlimited internet surfing for one day and would have to pass the result of this sleepless night at 8 o'clock then an exam at 2'3o afternoon.

It's nothing really, it's just...do i really have to?

I really do don't i.

Awesome.

Good one, tumblr. No thanks to you, I've only barely made it.