Staring Blankly

When you’re on top on success of success and you find out that the people closest to you are at the bottom, how would you feel?

Would you throw a rope to help them up? Or you’ll just stare at them while rejoicing, waiting for someone else to help them up?

Would you be firm enough to hold onto them towards a cliff to assist them mounting knowing that a wrong touch could leave them falling?

Imagine playing “Tag of War”, in which your opponent has your Best friend as a front liner. How would you exert your best effort to help your team won when you knew that’s going to burry your best friend down? On the contrary, how would you let your team loose when the dominion of your buddies is as important as to the one on the other side?

It is an imitation of guilt that arises, a refraction of an image, falling out like a broken mirror. Akin to a silk covering a wounded body; delivering a foolish assault of what’s enclosed.

Last Saturday was the moment everybody has been afraid of, same date everybody is praying for, the date of our Qualifying Examination. It is an all-out practice of all Accounting Colleges to conduct a yearly based examination. It is developed to filter deserving accounting students who could still pursue their chosen course.  Failing would mean a great hindrance to achieve once goal; “ The CPA title”

It was a fine day for me to start with; wearing all-red attire makes me rise above the clumping crowd I mumble as I reached the classroom door, still praying until the last minute.

Knowing I am prepared for this exam, pressure is an alien to me. I don’t have any single differing point that could lead to an idea of ‘failing’. As the test papers where distributed I stare blankly at one side of the corridor, giving myself an enormous second to claim; “I would be this years Topnotch.

Afternoon, same date, Top Notches list were posted, my name was listed first. No bizarre feeling was introduced and I wonder why. Having the spot I’ve wished so long should make me jump to so much joy, But none a bliss filters.

A dissapointment in an Expectation Met

Last saturday, we take our first annual qualifying examination in accounting.

It was use to measure our understanhding about the said subject as well as to filtrate the accounting student as to those who would need to take the track of Finace *major.

We’been working for that day all month. Tgether with my colleages, “mga batang umiiyak pag lasing” as what Ms. Leaño, quoted us., we really burn out the midnight oil just to stay intact, believing we will pass together, Through those sleepless nights we’ve been binded by an unreconcillable pathogens taht make our friendship a little more tighter.

After taking the test. i take a deep breathe as i claim: “the challenge is done”, though merely by others it may sound a relief, but for us it delivers victory.

 

Waiting for the result is the most intricate part. It where faith is tested!

Winding up is the best solution, to knotty situation. And “PINOY HENYO” is one way of doing so.

Donna and Russel is almost dominating the average round when Kuya Rodge interupt.  Knowing him as our 5th yr. schoolmate and friend, he is somewhat to deliver a something we all are very much excited to know.

“Ang mga nag Top sa Test:

Chenchenen.

Ayun! binanggit nia na,

 

A big round of applause; It was me who got the acme. I actually did it!

Overall toppnotcher mean one big hell of a good fu*** news.

But how come!

 

 

…………

 

still waiting 4 the other result. I cant say it as an ending but i as i have taken the faith right through HIM, i know we all pass the exam.

 

AMA: WELCOME LOL! WELCOME CMA

Almost half a year.

it was half a year. i miss blogging.

amp. just wanted to share how i been grateful this last few months. HIs revealing his pathway unto me. how grateful i am. with all the sign i was blessed. . I hope you can be able to grab an opportunity like this.

hahaha. I been praying for the OCT. %’s qualifying exam. Hoping to get nearer the tip-line or better be on  tip.

ME IN A BOTTLE

As one cloned empirical tattoo
Gone grow with full blast shadow
Evenly like turnstile of an eye blow, ado!
Forfeit the vermillion clothed with silky tone blue.

With millions of sand, come shattering
Overflowing it’s ungrind meaning
Defining once being
By the colors that crash through your sight
To the scoot flow that vagabonds even the blind
Digging as cats, cowling painter that shots to the mind,
It was me in a bottle, lonely but can grin.

The sword between my sockets
To the ants within my jacket
Up to the coins that has gone my pocket
All do venture me that tailed my pillow wet.

The fusion of both earthquake and hell
Come sees the vision of a tragic mutual bell
But as to the wish of an upcoming dwell

TULO

Kamakailan lang ay kumalat ang mga sulatin sa iba’t ibang pahayagan tungkol sa napaka kontrobersyal na sex scandal nina Haiden Kho. Iba’t iba ang naging puna ng mga tao, kanyang kanyang kuro-kuro ang namamantayog sa mga t.v ads, mayrong nagsasabing mali, mayroong umiiyak, mayroong nagagalit, mayroong natutuwa (para sa mga nanood), mayroong ding walang pakialam…

sa dinadami dami ng pagpipilian duon ako sa huling kategorya. marahil ngayon ay nagtataka kayo kung bakit ako mag aaksaya ng bente pesos para mag rent ng computer at ilathala ang post na ito. simple lang dahil concern pa rin ako. wala man sa bokabularyo ko ang makisali sa mga usaping pang showbiz heto pa rin ako’t nahikayat na magkumento sa mga nangyayari sa paligid ko.

Can you imagine yourself being in such scandalous video?

“yun ngang machizmiz ka lang na doing such immorality (means having sex even before marriage) with someone e, napakasakit na!. ofcourse we all have our nasty stingy side, but those thing are private, PERSONAL.
Who the hell in this world wants to be a jerk in front of the many! everybody would surely wish to be as pure in the eyes of people around him/her, no matter how sullied a person maybe in the inside, most of the time the important thing to them is the outline(though it sounds pathetic, it’s true)
….

To Mr. Haiden Kho. I wish I could say how angry am i to you, being a girl! you spoiled every womans purity and for that you must be haul over the coals. Ang swerte mo na nga dahil you can fling around. HAist ang kapal mu talaga bet pa naman kita sa CELEBRITY Duets. hmmmp. grrrrrrrrrrr.

Para sa mga lalaki, having sex is not just merely bursting your semen out, in line with that is the responsibility that you must commit within your partner.
Kaya dumadami ang may STD sa mundo eh. dahil sa mga taong hjinde jayang magpigil.
Sabe nga ng tatay ko, once your a man, yopur a man.
But how crucial is that, does that worth having a miserable life with your wife because you can’t be contented with just HER, or do that worth a bastard children.
Being a man would not compliment having to be with too much girls, but more MAN when he can be with just A WOMAN.

To Ms. Katrina Halili. I know you do admit that in some certain side you do commit a mistake and that you are a part of a sin…..
i do hated you after i heard about the issue,sabi ko pa ang tanga tanga mo, but as a woman I’m in your fight.

Let’s Condemn an Immoral Doctor.

For the Doctors Association: Do some Actions, before you knew it our doctors might be tagged “MANYAK”
(Sen. REVILLA).

Simpleng Manyak

An gift wrapped in unknown

My father is crazy about a lady and i definitely have to find out who is she.

Well ofcourse  having a nametag of being a chickboy would definitely prefer a man having too much flinging around. And that was my PAPA. He use to go out alot with girls thats why he ended left by my mom, but that was a long story. I just remember it when I heard him knocking at somebody’s name, a girl’s name. He told me that this girl is fantastic, and though I was abhorred to believe it, I don’t have a choice. I think he likes her too much. For the fact that he always mention the name “Susan” (who the heck is she).

Then I came to wonder where he could possibly know that woman.

…later he intruduce her to me

Hurling down the stairs, my father was over reacting calling me to the most vocal way he could, trying to get me on t.v., just to see MS. SUSAN. 

By the way, she was just on the commercial, a contestant to “Britains got talent 2009. But after 3 mins. I instantly become a fan.

 

 

 

Yesterday, I was on the search over the net when my cousin tailed me out to look for the songs of Sarah Geronimo, which I loathe to do at first. (Why? Because I rarely like OPM.) But then she got me, she sways me down after her constant brandish of the mouse.

While having the search I accidentally click on to the suggested names hooked in the history of the net. It was the name Sarah Boyle, I just got interested when the façade picture present Simon Cowell. then i watched it.

I was gazing at the video while my cousin tried to knocked me down but I’m so engrossed that no matter how she bugles around the café, she fall short to annoy me.

After a quite fascination, I now stand with too much amazement. She’s very astonishing complimented with so much surprise that I appraise her outrageously a 9.99 out of 10.

How could i even explain how it was. it’s better for you to see it yourself.

 

 

“Don’t judge the book by it’s cover.”

That’s the lesson of the video. As what Amanda commented it is an eye opener, how could everybody be silly about somebodys look without even knowing her.

And for Simon Cowell; he is really the very man nobody can define. Impediment on the ideas of the others. He is a one great apple in the family of oranges.

Contradicting my own post…

Quoted: “There’s nothing permanent in this world but changes”
A hostile question is that why is it called permanent if it’s changing.

Things have been abruptly mutating, it’s putting up a curse and I can hardly believe it. Every piece seems to disburse quickly as it astonishes the site of a gentle air breeze of the night.
I come surging in with moon feeling its emptiness though it is compassionately with all the million of glimmering stars. It seems so helpless even if there’s a bounty of abet all a round. I can’t help but to be a complement. As I stand a gazed on it I instinctively hear a sound. They sing me the words of a far-off language. I started to wonder as it leads me to the answer. Now I know what they mean but after the long trail I don’t know why I still choose to be deaf. They keep on hurling things I do discern even before but up to now I want it, repudiated.

I still hope I did believe what the moon says. But how can me if it’s still permanent opposing all the changes. ! even if its with all the effort.

Vogue Development

Do you believe in the saying that “the only thing permanent in this world is changing” I bet you do. Together things diversely changes; in just a snap, in just a click of a hand. As water constantly flows and leaves continue to fall, as long as people continue to breath and fish continue to swim; to amend is an impossible dream.

Air blew out my mind as it started to show things of candor maturity. My God! I’m an epoch older as what my tiny brain whisper. How pathetic it is that in just a year the whole lot eventually emerges into something new. My sensitive ogle returns to an infant juncture. Everything is a new!

From my verdict to simple craze to the way I look at those huge trends is a pre-mature mature stage I was certitude to find out. How some I’m so reckless not to see these changes before, when now it is in due course of making an infinitely new outline of the new ME.

Life Between Edges of Ramdom Choice

….It was awful to say that our life worths nothing at all when the reason why were here is but an exclamation point. 

 

Every people has identical routines. All of us cries, moarn, yearns, laugh! Everyone is wishing, hoping and praying for things they thought was their missing piece.  Everybody seems to be a missing soul, finding their homes though none of them ever sees what they were looking for. 

Most are seeking to find answers for questions  longly answered. Some are fighting for what they think is right while the rest just stay at rest, enjoying what they could enjoy and  just staring at the things that makes them cry.

Constant as the worlds rotation is the corruption of the most intricate being ever designed, changing to as a prestigios one that makes each place as a hermitage not for truth but  for the reversed idea. 

They keep on talking as if they were puzzled.  And keeps on pushing the answers away, until it gets blurded and eventually turns to black which cannot be seen unless lightenned. 

Shading their path to the torch becomes a hobby. Then that hobby becomes a poison, and now its addictive, eventually killling everyone. Noticing nothing until its done putting them six feet under.

 

Take A Nap

You know why i get sick of blogging! Its because everytime I am ready to write, its time when i can’t type any.

I loose the words, merely do I ever have them.