Anjo. 17. Philippines. Inspired by God and the Universe. Life is legendary.
Fucking scared, yet goes around and comes back around.
Tumblr is a gift.
Anjo. 17. Philippines. Inspired by God and the Universe. Life is legendary.
Fucking scared, yet goes around and comes back around.
Tumblr is a gift.
It’s been a while since I’ve written something of actual substance, really. I’d say the last thing I wrote that actual sprouted from ideas that were deeper, i guess, than the everyday conversation would be back in 3rd year. I guess it’s time to shine the rusty machine (my mind) and run down the tracks like how I used to.
ANYWAY.
I’ve been sleeping at 3am at the earliest these days, as I always loved the notion that every single day/hour/minute and second that I spend with my eyes open to the world, that I’d be living out life more. I’d be seeing more, hearing more, tasting (if I would ever yknow, indulge on some midnight treats eheh ) more … anyway you get the idea. Other than that, days have been pretty imbalanced in terms of the oversaturation or the lack thereof, of inspiration. There were nights spent under the influence of alcohol (which usually spices things up), and there’d be nights where I’d be sitting infront of Old Steve (my desktop, i named him Steve), lurking around social networking sites, looking at what other people are doing to pass the time.
Which brings me to this point, what have you done to live your life? I mean, you could say that you busted you brains out to get the grades that you wanted, to get that job you dream of nightly ( possibly a high earning job on some top company, and quite possibly you’re dreaming of being that douchebag behind that huge mahogany made desk, ordering people around, being on top of your own world). But the thing is, as my favorite author Chuck Palanhuik said, the world trains us to do things (that we don’t like) to get jobs (that we don’t want) in order for us to get things (that we don’t need).
So what have you done to be alive?
hahaha this is all a spur of the moment thing. I’m really really rusty. I’ve got so much to write about and I never realized how much a missed this. This was the main reason for socksinmybuttocks, anyway. To pull out the missing sock (from the pair that you probably lost) out of somewhere where you would look last (in your buttocks).
hello tumblr.
