Your Opinion Does Not Matter
I would like to wish Lily a very happy birthday. Lily is from Hazyr’s batch and the first ex-STF blogger I met. She was doing her Open Water Diver course in Perhentian when I met her.
I would also like to announce and congratulate Lily on her forthcoming engagement.
May you be happy always.
Have fun, dive safe.
I have lost hope…
I have lost all hope…
For years I have been searching for hope, and some meaningful hope…and it has all come to a nought.
Hope is an emotional belief that a positive outcome would be reached despite the odds that it faces. That is why Friedrich Nietzsche terms it as an evil that prolongs a man’s torment.
It is quite true. I have all this while been hoping for something positive, but have been let down on so many occasions that I began to doubt hope itself. After searching for the meaning of hope, it dawned upon me that there is no longer the need or use for and to hope.
For hope is actually a hotel in Pennsylvania.
“There is more than meets the eye” – Optimus Prime
There is always that two sides to everything. Good side, bad side; Side A, Side B; Front side, backside.
I have been going to the gym for more than a month now, but I have been resting for almost a week now since injuring my calf muscle in a futsal game played after a strainuous exercise regime I put myself through. On top of that my once dislocated shoulder has acted up again, and I also injured my shoulder blade.
People always tell me it is good to be exercising, but the exercise I do I programmed them in such a way that they would exert my physical limits, leaving only my mind to tell my body to carry on. The kind of training I do would normally render my hypoxic towards the end as there is not enough Oxygen that the blood could carry fast enough throughout the body – and it is always evident when I start yawning in the middle of an exercise and get tunnel vision. It shows that my heart cannot cope with the demand. My muscles would ache for days, and before it could recover, it goes through another torturous regime the next day or day after.
So, let me throw this question back to you: do you think my diligently-followed training schedule is a sign of self-dedication, or is the training regime I programmed is my way of going through a process of self-destruction?
Well, since you want me to sing Tagalog songs in public at the Legend and asked if there is any other song than the two I have already agreed to sing, here’s another one.
Let me know if this song is okay for their playlist.
Did I forget to mention I was wearing a face mask?
I’d make a good Health Minister.
Congratulations is in order for Countloon for his promotion to the rank of Mejar (finally!). I guess after this he would be motivatged to go for an overseas course, sign the PMAT 1/73 to serve another 7 years after the completion of his course, or probably sign on until pencen.
Now Countloon will have to buy me dinner.
Metalized, Mocha, Icecool…you guys are not getting away with it either. I have yet to be treated to dinner for your respective promotion.
Countloon (center) melapah babi sampai tak ingat dunia (as said by Icecool)
Ina, you smiled at me
my heart buzzed like a bee
the way your hips sway that my eyes caught
giving me nothing but a dirty thought
you bend forward and protrude your butt
soon it wouldn’t be my balls into that hole I putt
but alas and alack, things will never go as I plan
for lovely Ina is a full-grown man
This is something I wrote yesterday evening while sitting in a McDonald’s somewhere, waiting for someone:
The fading feel of your hand
is like footprints in the sand
that disappear in the surge of the sea
of a love that was never meant to be
My heart is shattered into pieces tinier than a grain
My bright sunlit life darkened by this pain
And I look towards the horizon
the sky is but the walls of a prison
What price a freedom that I would give
So as to forget love and continue on to live
As the memories of you stay in my mind
I pray that life to me would be more kindThis mortal coil; it will end in tears…
John F SeaDemon
Saturday – 5th January 2008
5.45pm
1.36pm.
The phone rang.
“Honey, what time did you get home last night?”
Oh, oh. Caught with my pants down…literally..as I was in the bathroom when she called.
“About 4 plus,” I stressed.
“Yeah, right. But your blog says something else, Sayang!” she continued.
“Well, don’t believe everything you read on the Net. Very bad influence. Even Minister of Information said not to believe what bloggers write,” I laughed.
“Hmm, you better make sure you’ve had your meal and medicines as per your routine dose at noon….have you taken your medicine?”
I kept quiet. Then she continued with a query that would make any answer of mine self-incriminating.
“Have you had your medicines?”
“It’s gloomy outside,” I changed the subject.
“Honey, it will be even gloomier in this apartment when you sleep here tonight if you do not take good care of yourself,” she scolded. “When are you going to take your food and medicine?”
“I’ll do it now,” I replied quickly.
“You’d better! Otherwise I will spank you!” she replied, then after a brief pause,” On second thought, I better not spank you because you like it when I spank you. I’ll think of something else.”
“Think nice thoughts, Honey,” I laughed. “I’ll take my medicines now.”
It’s 2.19pm now and I still have not budged from this desk.
Kailan kaya bibilis ang takbo ng panahon para matapos na ang paghihirap na ito?
I can’t stand it anymore….
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