Imbento

this kid used to have a real cool toy… the kind that an 80s-born kid would really love… an Optimus Prime Action figure!!! now aint that cool?! well anyways, as time passed by, the kid eventually forgot about Optimus Prime and started liking other things…. eventually he got himself a PS3… just as any 2000s-born kid…

so he played and took care of that PS3 like a baby… minus the baths… just then that same day as he was cleaning up his room, he saw Optimus Prime just sitting there… still looking sleak for an old toy… just by looking at it, he realized how much he misses that toy…. he felt like he was a little kid again remembering how it was like the first time he had that toy….

but now, things are diferent… situations are different… hes got something new and while Optimus had no one who’d play em…. he wants Optimus but he’s got his PS3….

options came in and his mom eventually told him that Optimus Prime should just be shipped to Australia where a bunch of kids would be happy having the toy around… but something inside this kid wants the old toy to just be around… should he stop the toy from being shipped? or should he just stick to the PS3 which is there to stay no matter what…. is the feeling that this kid was experiencing really about his past endevours or was it just a feeling of selfishness and inability to just let go?

*sigh*

today is not the right day to mess with me…. i’ve had my temper thingy running for the past week and my fists are getting harder and harder to control….

there are a couple of things that i really don’t want to get from certain people…

1. telling me what i can and cannot do

2. preaching to me crap that you do yourself

3. predict my actions like you’re the writer of a story bout my life

y’know i don’t get it with some mother f****rs…. they just don’t know when to keep their f*****ng mouths shut. i guess its just envy… i mean, what else would you expect from an individual that tries to imitate almost everything about you from the way you work out to the way you fix your hair?!

sheesh… where’s the freaking originality….

at least i’m not a Don Juan (if you catch my drift) trying hard to make people like me….

hell, if people don’t like me, i don’t give a s**t!!! atleast i don’t look like a moron trying to impress others who most of the time would think of me as nothing more than, well, a moron!

its a good thing that i’ve learned (somewhat) to control my temper… nowadays when i get pissed on the spot, i keep my mouth shut and just run scenarios in my head wherein i’ve imiginarily beat the living hell out of that guy that pissed me off… atleast i don’t throw chairs or holler like a b***h and walk out of the room… i play it simple… quiet and somewhat "relaxed"…. the most i’d do is just talk about how pissed i am in my blog… (which, unfortunately for you, is what i’m doing right now)

now about predicting what i am about to do within a couple of minutes or the next few days is another wrong move to make…. the hell do you think you are? you don’t even know me! and unless you already know 50% of who i am, you don’t have any right to predict what i would be doing in the next 5 seconds!

in life there just always have to be those contrabidas that would try to ruin your day by being all cocky and try to mess up your plans… like i said earlier, i guess its just envy… penile envy maybe…. identity crisis kinda thing coupled with delusion of paranoia… *sigh* i pity you bastard! (if you’re reading this) unfortunately for you, you’d never be 1/10 of who i am… wanna know why? because all you’ll ever be is a scum (or maybe you’d prefer cum?)… you just picked the wrong guy to mess with this 26th day of January 2007… you picked a guy who’s good with a pen…. which may be used to make articles about you or used physically against you —- right between your thyroid and cricoid and down your trachea into your right bronchiole!

and before i forget… don’t ever, EVER, tell me not to do things that you yourself do… wanna know why? kung di ka ba naman tanga, do as you preach!

*sigh*

its 3am and i’m still freaking awake….

this week i’ve heard sentiments from people concerning how they felt about everything that’s been going on in med school… thinking back at what they were complaining about, i would say that their sentiments could apply to any course or any occassion in the lives of any one of us….

in everything that we do, it’s not just about getting the wings… it is earning those wings and learning how to make use of em…. there is no space for anyone to settle for just getting the feathers and put ‘em together to get a wing…

it’s all about learning where every feather goes and why those feathers belong to those specific locations in order to come up with your own unique wing which you could say you got because you deserved….

deserving to own something is different from just getting something…. when you get something, its the end of the story. but when you deserve something, that would stick with you for the rest of your life….