14.2

14.2 here goes nothing. 14.2 i don't have everything. 14.2 it was a mistaken identity. actually, it's just 2.14 when placed backwards. just erase the dot and you got a rivermaya original song. its OPM (orig pinoy music) at its best. i just don't make sense. i don't have a sixth sense. it was just the freaking opinion of conscience. was it providence? no, it's not a coincidence. i just made it looked like it was an accident. watching a wrestling match for entertainment to get some kicks out of an amicable life of the ordinary. they made me attend the disciplinary school. disobedience made me obey. sickness made me feel okay. dispatch the line before this, i just made it up to rhyme. like a dime that i failed to catch when all i can get is a piso*. pustiso sinisipilyo. nawawalan ng turnilyo; hindi marunong maggantsilyo. 14.2 is the day that i stepped IN a shithole when i stepped OUT of another. this is a special day that celebrates love in all aspects. weird n0h?! let's celebrate love for just ONE freaking day... then let's kill each other for the rest of the year bwahahaha just a thought ehehe madness. chaos. charoos! nyak-nyak-nyak. well, on my way, i did managed to breathe some fresh air instead of a burning and rotten breeze in hell...but then again... like a moth to a flame, i fail to forget the place of the damned; just like the rest of the whole damn greatest creation ever made... humans. hehe. so i just wrote a very special post to commemorate the first year of angst management class that i was practically thrown to to attend over and over and over... shit. so to me on the 14th day of the second month of the year i celebrate because 14.2 is the day that i failed too.


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just wanted to post something to commemorate the gagong bata na isang palaboy (in da haws)'s one year of being in the angst management class hehe

an oldie but goodie classic...

DAYDREAM BELIEVER
the Monkees

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.


Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.