Fake

It's time I went back to practicing an art which I have been perfecting these past few years. A technique which I involuntarily developed whenever I was focused on. The ability to flawlessly masquerade the lies from the truth and vice-versa. Now I need to exercise it again in order to save myself from the mess I dived into. Yes, 13 days from now I shall once again immerse my psyche in the clear pool of falsehood so I may emerge new, safe and confident.

My decision for this... "underground debue" has already been stated. I am going to take this seriously for my actions in the next few months will dictate my fate for the rest of the year. Frankly, it's not looking good. I must take the initiative before I'm forever condemned to the status of outcast. History cannot repeat itself now, not when I'm so close to acheiveing the truth of who I really am.

This course of action may seem like a cheap escape plan because it IS one. I need to run away from myself for my own good. I must destroy the pillar that upholds my beliefs. All shall be made well as soon as possible but for now... I am going to silently wallow behind this illogical facade...

This phase which I am about to undergo shall require all my physical, mental and spiritual energies inorder for me to pull it off... I pray that it doesn't backfire and crush me before I catch my secondwind... Sigh, the drama of life... however I look at it, optimistic or pessimistic... its just so... flippin.

13 till I Fake it. Watch out for another me and I hope you like him.

=_=;;

My friend requested that I make a post using Filipino as my medium...

I took the matter into serious consideration and pondered non-stop till I finally reached a solid conclusion.

No.

Request denied.

Pwnt.

I cant wait to sleep well agian.

What new in my neck of the woods these days? I dunno, guess I'm too lazy to bother looking around eversince I've grown accustomed to all the moss thats slowly been creeping into every aspect of my life.

This month is more or less a dead month for me since my daily sched. only consists of 4 things namely, School, Teatro, Study and sleep. Sad aint it? And with prelims coming up, I'm more or less screwed.

Heh, I cant believe I'm actually bothering to lead my class in our SabPag (Sabayang Pagbigkas) interclass competition. Its been hectic, unorganized and demoralizing but surprisingly were still pushing through with practices and whatnot. Growing out of my "not caring" phase sure was amazing.

My Filipino is fast improving thanks to Teatro Tomasino and all the tagalog speakers there who indirectly trained me with the damn language.

Hmm... what am I missing.

Oh yeah, I miss my friends more than ever. I cant even spare time to visit them 'n' catch up.

Major updates on my sheepish life shall be posted once I'm done with my "Teatro rules!" phase. =D

3 damn weeks till its all over and I start kicking ass in school. Yeh.

Bite me.

Random goodies >=X

I recently had a conversation with God... it went something like this.

Moik: What did I do wrong?!

God: You were born.

Moik: Wait, isn't that your fault?!

God: Shut up pawn.

Yeah... then the other 46 manifestations of the different foods in the googleverse got squashed into the cranium of an ant trying to find the line back home to that beautiful sugar cube in my pants.

Thats of course before the sweet odor of methane escaped the clutches of the jet like flying creature that crashed tail first into the whirlpool of sanity in the middle of the snowy mountain peaks of that sundae Arnold Whatshisname was lifting.

Sigh... sadly the apple was found to be infested with lies and it choked the living day out of the sun who forgot to shine for the earth that was supposed to reflect the rays to the moon that keeps the green cheese fresh and crunchy.

Now if you give me a pen with a hug I'll gladly proceed with intellectual suicide and continue bumming around this playground on the very same swing where I found myself.

I wish the world wasn't flat and that people would stop tossing it like a coin since it distrubs my much needed hiatus in the room of comfort which has served me well since I drowned Barney the fuckazor down its drainage.

But whats still an enigma for me is why I still cant see through the clearest broken glass that separates the tangible from the anomally called emotion that all people harbor out of some individual reason that links the missing to the found.

j00 h@\/3 B33ñ PWN'3d! >=)

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Nighting Goodie! o(^__^o)