Sipag at Tiyaga

Wala lang… just saying that I’m back… I’ll continue posting again…

wahah I just finished writing a novel… ayoko kong ipabasa sa iba… wahaha

I want to write a novel pa ulet…

Appendectomy

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 This is a picture of me and my brother in Batangas.

One. Two. Three. I heard the nurses counting. I just woke up from the most peaceful sleep I ever have. I never felt so light in my life before.

So.. this is the effect of anesthesia.

It was the 10th of December last year, what supposed to be my parents’ 20th anniversary, but they celebrated with me inside the OR. My appendix was about to rupture when the surgeon removed it.

I spent one week in anguish. A simple pain killer won’t ease the pain so I need to tolerate it until it was gone.

Thanks sa mga taong dumalaw sa ospital….grabe

nabuha

Review

So, I’m writing the blog again… duh…

I didn’t have the chance to say hi…I’m another bored creatured dealt to hell for some unknown reason… and I’m either liking it or hating it… everything is compelling…

Red-envisage…

Egan Bender is about to lose his friend in a mission-vis-official qualification exam in the military… Ariel is a half-blood, indeed, if she’ll continue to be with Egan, eventually Egan will not be able to heal back to normal… However, if the spirit of Rupus Thalon will awaken suddenly in Egan’s stiff memory then they will both have to face the end of their journey….

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I am the immortal, leader of the Shaman tribe, named after Rupus Thalong, who is a soldier died in a long course battle in Shigara and also the father of mine. I am a healer, master of false world, vessel of the greatest power that even the gods were ashamed to out hand and also the one whom holds the key to open the gates of time. However, after witnessing a far greater power than what I thought I already have, the beauty of a blood-tinged soul inside the eyes of a mere human flesh. It was poke on my rigid heart, a pierce of pain screeching all over my body; and it was the time that of my fall.

I, the immortal and with every great things I have, it was all wasted. It doesn’t change the face that I, my self, just human created from the everlasting power of the gods, a fragmented soul seeking for a missing piece.

In the last day of my existence, I offered the power to the people who have died in battle and most of all to the beauty I didn’t had the chance to glance much longer. And thus sacrificial of great power comes with life bounded to end.

I am the immortal, Rupus Thalon, probably not the last Shaman you’ll ever see, but the soul retriever of true fate of mankind. And among this mankind includes my self. So, in the long run, I made my path: to get killed by the so-called the judges, to die scorched in oblivion, to live forever in exchange of millions of life, and to be succumbed in darkness forever.

I am Rupus Thalon, a name that will never be recalled in the chronicles for now on. However, I still wonder what fate could have been.

Let’s drive

Yesterday, I went to LTO San Juan after applying for nonpro. The A-1 agent gave advise and a piece of reviewer which kinda helpful but I had a hard time with the exam because it is in written in Tagalog. I’m going to get my liscense in SM San Lazaro today. I hope my picture didn’t look awful unlike in my student permit.

sOmetimeS they wOuldn’t know when you’re tired to speak

so now why can’t I just open my mouth and speak… maybe I’m just so tired… If there will be something that I can lose from my senses… I’ll offer everything except of my hearing…because music catches my heart.

Its not something dramatic or emotional…I’m just not ready…I’m just confuse… but I never hope that things will not be the same thing… friendship is just a memorial grave… Well, there is pain…there is joy…on every step…it cracks on the ground marking thresholds deeply. And, there is no way you can resolve it unless both parties are just too exhausted to read every moves and every article posted on blogs stating how awful life is.

I taped my mouth while writing this unwanted script… while stitching the ideas on my paper imprinted in eternity… the words are hated and struck the serenety as always….tears will pour down as always… every minute you just hope that this is not happening…

from a text of an emo friend… cino kaya yun?