KARMA

KARMA...

KARMABELLS...

KARMS...

HAYUTA-MAO-ITON-KAY-KASALBAHIS-MO!

Hahaha

Anyway, ano nga ba ang KARMA? At bakit ang daming takot diyan, ha?!

KARMA - ito daw yung parang unseen force (paranormal?!) na ewan na galing sa Vedas ng mga Hindu, at madami pang eclavu at churva. (nakalimutan ko na, haha lesson namin yan noon) As a general rule, When you do something good or bad to someone, may kapalit yun in the long run. For example, kung binato mo ng bato, something bad will happen to you, But if binato ng tinapay, something good will happen to you.

Ang gara no?

Kaya kabahan ka, at think twice before you do something.

Baka mamaya, dahil dun sa ginawa mo eh, mag break kayo ni boylet.

Ma hold-up ka.

Pumangit ka.

Mahulog sa balde ang smart phone mo.

Ikasal sa iba si DA ONE.

Bumagsak ka.

or worse,

Manganak ng tuta ang pusa niyo.

Pero, ka asar kasi minsan eh. Aminin, minsan gusto mo na talagang sabunutan yung taong yun. Kaso, bad daw yun. Beware of Karma. Echusera. Eh bakit pag pinag-t-tripan ko yung best friend ko, walang karma?

HOPIA, U LIKE?!

Karma is a B*tch

Pero may times din naman na talagang nadadale ako ni Karmabells.

Minsan sa sobrang inis siguro, I commit stupid and insane things to people. (Deserving naman eh) :) 

Naiisip ko din naman na, "Ay, baka ma-karma ako." but then, come what may ang peg ko pag galit.

Dumadating siya minsan ng agad-agad. Yung, pagkatapos na pagkatapos mo gawin, ayan na agad. Pero, yung often na nangyayari sakin is more of an unexpected comeback. Hindi ko ine-expect na yung "bagay" na yun ang magiging karma of that thing that I did. 

To other people naman, if they do something to me, syempre, kating-kati talaga akong mag revenge. But, you know, andyan naman si Karms, reresbak siya eh.

Yung latest, nangyari ngayon.

Kainis kasi si bru. Hindi marunong mag buy ng food (yung binibili sa market), tapos ako pa yung nag prepare. Oh, eh paano kung mag-asawa na yang si kuya? Nganga yung wife niya kasi hindi marunong magluto. >_<

But I do...

I do believe... in fairies. Cheng! HAHA

Basta, Karma, Do your thing.

FUTURISTIC

Hey! Pa-epal lang saglit ah? Ito yung poem ko (noon) para sa English month noong 3^rd year ako. Ewan ko ba, pero nag champion ako HAHAH akalain mo? Tong basurang to?! (English month daw, pero yung theme – pang math and Science Celebration) Natalo ko pa si dear Junz. Himala. I-Push mo lang yan te!

Kung mali man ang grammar, paki sabi nalang ah? Haha HOPIA, U LIKE?

Today we walk,

For tomorrow we ride,

And the next years to pass,

We will glide.

 

For time is fast,

And not long we shall last,

Keep up the pace,

In this mortal race.

 

We can see the world,

With brand new eyes,

Choose it all – The luxuries in life,

Be a part of the Alta sociodad,

Have the gems you've never had.

 

All of these

We can attain,

Through innovations

We take the train,

We travel through the century,

And O'er the years you will see.

 

Lightening your yolk,

Is what they will do.

Just do what you please,

And order at ease,

For robots will be there to assist.

 

Come ye!

Children of the world!

'Tis the brighter future

That's waiting for you.

Study hard.

Do what's right.

For Innovation is at your side.

Stuck @ Insomnia

May 1, 2013 - 2:41 A.M.

I haven't had a good night's sleep for weeks now.

It scares me already. I mean, this only happens during exams, and when I'm thinking about some things.

I'm pretty sure that nothing's bothering me. If there was, I'd probably know that right?

Or maybe there is…

It's just, 'it' doesn't matter anymore. Well, for one thing, seeing photos of the past brings back memories. Memories that should be ridden of – but keeps on kicking back in every time you have a free time. It's ridiculous, I know. It's crazy because I openly tell people that I'm fine, that I've forgotten.

And we all know I haven't. And it never was okay.

We obviously have some unresolved issues.

Part of me says it's okay because it's been a long time, but my mind says that I will totally freak out if I see them again.

I know seeing them again is inevitable, because there's that fact that clearly states that one of my best buds, is their kin. And one day, eventually, some crazy gathering would bring us all together. Which obviously will be awkward, for everyone. Especially for me. Actually it will hurt me. But I don't see the point, because I've been hurting for a long time and no one seems to find the decency to ask how I'm holding up. That's why I'm practically talking to my computer. 'Cause no one would.

I also know what you're thinking. No, I'm not a psychic. I just know by experience that you people will call me a hypocrite. And yes I'm quite aware of that, because I'd rather have friends – people who do care, to ask me how I feel (And yes I lie to them and tell them the routine "I'm okay, really" phrase that we are oh so familiar with) than people who don't give a crap even if I admittedly confess to them my problem, hoping to find comfort in their presence.

Actually, the thing about me lying that I'm okay is better, because I find comfort in knowing the fact that they (friends) care enough to notice that I'm not myself at that time (without telling them). And just by knowing that, it eases the pressure, the stress, the burden of bearing a problem or crisis.

Cause frankly, if you share these things to the "Tupperware friends" of yours, (if you know what I mean), you'll feel the yoke getting heavier. That and the arrows pointing at their smirks, saying that they will use that dirt on you, like, really soon. =_=

And as I got off topic, I originally wanted to say that ME meeting THEM is a bad idea and I've been avoiding contact for over a year now. Sounds good right? I've recently been planning on how to escape such things in case one does occur anytime in the year since I'll be studying at his hometown and buddy said that "they" have been planning to come visit their relatives. And buddy will come see me so, bummer, I need an alibi if I go AWOL.

As I type this post, I realized that I should revise its title because it has some content that doesn't fit with what I really had in mind. These are two posts forced into one. I'm just lazy. Not really relevant.

I really do have a problem. And I realized it while making this post, just now. This is the reason why I haven't slept well in weeks, because it was this exact month – May, last year, when I realized that it was really over.

Somehow, my heart remembered the pain and the sleepless nights, but my mind didn't, until now. It's like my heart was mourning, and I didn't even recognize it.

Have I gone cold?

Usually, I remember dates, the time of day, the smell of surroundings especially when that day brought me pain. But this, I didn't.

Is this recovery? I sure do hope so!

So, am I okay?

Nope, maybe someday I might be.

But right now, I'm still STUCK at INSOMNIA.

Signing off @ 3:45 A.M.