Low Cut Dwayne Wade's + Removed Ankle Support + a Really Physical Game of Ball in St. Cuenca Park = Ouch.. Sprained Ligamentless Ankle and I need Ice. I really don't know what to say anymore? maybe i should seriously listen to everyone na when they say "Hoy! Take care na nga of your knees and Ankles! You know they're weak na nga and you still do all that!!"..

To the Girl: Yes, i may deny it before but now i admit it.. I'm stubborn..

Starting tomorrow i will seriously take into consideration that taking care of my ankles and knees thing.. Promise.

Anyways..
Scenario: No Lights in the court, Sprained Ankle and a game of 21 with Chase, Carlo and Ean.
Me: Chase, I can beat you in this game with only one hand..
Chase: OK GAME!

And so.. instead of just beating Chase in the game.. I ended up beating Everyone with only one hand.. Hehehe.. told you i was good..

Tonight, Live in Manila.. I'm not really a fan, and according to my ears, the Love Mysterious album is not as great as the last one. But who knows maybe right after this event they change their mind..

Quote of the day:

"You make me want to be a better man.."
- Jack Nicholson

I'm hanging on
here until I'm gone
I'm right where I belong
just hanging on
even though
I watched you come and go
how was I to know
you'd steal the show
one day ill have enough to gamble
ill wait to hear your final call
and bet it all
I'm hanging on
here until I'm gone
I'm right where I belong
just hanging on
even though
passed this time alone
somewhere so unknown
it heals the soul
you'll ask for walls I'll build them higher
we'll lie in shadows of them all
I'd stand but they're much too tall
and I fall
Floating in the Dark!
Temporary scars!
February stars!

Mon's Problem

So.. what's Mon's problem. I can't seem to understand or to know when "Enough is Enough". Seriously, this has been an issue with me for the past Ten years.. and to be honest with you, this shitty ass mentality get's me to more shit compared to more good shit. i mean, i seriously don't understand why i'm even like this.. some people say "maybe becaus ever since birth you've had something against authority thus the mentality is implanted in you".. but c'mon i seriously doubt that. *sips on my dr. pepper* anyways, seriousy, i should get this shit out of my head.. this shit ain't healty no more.. specially now that i'm in the verge of something unusual... i'll explain more about that when i'm not intoxicated...

ps."i'm not sure but now a days i realize that i write more personalized entries when i'm intoxicated.. hahahahahaha!! NIIIIIIICE!!! RAAAW!!!

pps. I'm starting to hate constellations and the sky up above us.. and i refuse to say why.. maybe it's the alcohol talking but who knows?! maybe i do but maybe someone else does but who knows?! maybe you do?! or maybe he or she does?! or maybe your grandmother does but i sure don't know.. when you find out please tell me..

ppps. i went to the church of st. jude the other day, and st. jude supposedly is the "patron saint of the impossible" and i prayed to him for some impossible stuff that i needed. i dunno man.. but i think i'm just to eager about getting what i prayed for but yeah, i'm hoping he pulls through! i got faith in you brudda!! i'll still be cpraying

Bored.. and these Pictures from a Softer World simply explains what's going on inside my head right now..

Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your cry for inspiration, never reaches ears on distant stars.
And every night our lonely planet slides ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
And I won't pretend I understand.

Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your death by information won't disturb the peace on DISTANT STARS.
And even when you lock the doors and slide behind the unlit shades,
None of us are strangers anymore.

So fall asleep with the windows open.
Come to me with the worst you've said and done.
You'll close your eyes and see me.
A little death makes life more meaningful.
I stand no chance at all.

Please sleep, my darling, sleep.
Your car crash in slow motion won't upset the pace on distant stars.
And one by one our years of OUR LIVES stumble as the moments pass.
So please hold on. Please hold on.

So fall asleep with the windows open.
Come to me with the worst you've said and done.
You'll close your eyes and see me.
A LITTLE DEATH makes life more meaningful.
I stand no chance at all.

Please sleep, my darling, sleep.

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You gotta love them constellations man..
and yes Gians, i live for the challenge..