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Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Still in the Game
German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” That’s correct! I’m in that state right now – flux.
I try as much as possible to abstain from people like people who get on your nerves. In other words, you should be on my side. Have you ever asked yourself this question? “What don’t they understand?” It’s crazy how your ace, the one accompanist, turned out overnight, leaving you with bitter thoughts and acrimonious memories. To make matter worse, he dragged your name to an arena of complete defamation. You don’t like that, do you? No one does, I guess.
He’s affable, albeit sometimes, he lacks some other attributes of listening. I tried to help out on that with sign languages, usually from a distance. It worked most times.
“Catch me if you can” is the name of the game. Quick Reminder: I’m aloof and far.
I drew the curtain because like him, some people take my benevolence for granted. I’m not stretching hatred towards anybody, though. On the contrary, in your fortified reasoning, feel free to embrace altercation and extend your thought towards my ideas as an alluvium of animosity.
I am unusually an irksome human but I’m irked and now it’s time the sucker faced my ire. I thought I’d told him already to quit testing my mentality. Well, the fact that people are aghast at the economic situation doesn’t mean he should grasp all; rather, he should only adhere to half the definition and get prepared for an interview which ensnares nothing but getting his lips imbued. After such, he can be rest assured of turning pennies and nickels per second to some couple of dollars just by osculating my ass. Smart-ass is what they call me, so there’s nothing to regret, or is there?
Blame me not; my writing is an ambassador whom is ready to stand face-to-face with anyone in a game called, Affront.
In the past, I’d always begged him not to hate me but the game, but his ichthyic brain wouldn’t concur to such an appeal.
Before now, what did you suggest I do? Uprightly carry my cheeks and jaw while my elbows suffer the weight? Oh please! Although I’m a coquette to knowledge like some lasses to me, I don’t even want to admit the phrase “Back down” into my institution.
The wind sighs on my behalf so I’m in a languid mode. You can say I’m still modeling but I should be an icon in a few minutes. Nah, I take that back - a statue. Until then, I submit that he learns from what he cannot learn from. This is because the world has just one library and I happen to be the curator.
I’m never in disguise. I don’t try to be. It makes no sense. I mean, I’m like the sol that shines and my morale still gets noticed in my diurnal activities. Play along with me. It’s a game… just that I’m not into a conciliatory concordance. Sorry, not now. Maybe later…
I try as much as possible to abstain from people like people who get on your nerves. In other words, you should be on my side. Have you ever asked yourself this question? “What don’t they understand?” It’s crazy how your ace, the one accompanist, turned out overnight, leaving you with bitter thoughts and acrimonious memories. To make matter worse, he dragged your name to an arena of complete defamation. You don’t like that, do you? No one does, I guess.
He’s affable, albeit sometimes, he lacks some other attributes of listening. I tried to help out on that with sign languages, usually from a distance. It worked most times.
“Catch me if you can” is the name of the game. Quick Reminder: I’m aloof and far.
I drew the curtain because like him, some people take my benevolence for granted. I’m not stretching hatred towards anybody, though. On the contrary, in your fortified reasoning, feel free to embrace altercation and extend your thought towards my ideas as an alluvium of animosity.
I am unusually an irksome human but I’m irked and now it’s time the sucker faced my ire. I thought I’d told him already to quit testing my mentality. Well, the fact that people are aghast at the economic situation doesn’t mean he should grasp all; rather, he should only adhere to half the definition and get prepared for an interview which ensnares nothing but getting his lips imbued. After such, he can be rest assured of turning pennies and nickels per second to some couple of dollars just by osculating my ass. Smart-ass is what they call me, so there’s nothing to regret, or is there?
Blame me not; my writing is an ambassador whom is ready to stand face-to-face with anyone in a game called, Affront.
In the past, I’d always begged him not to hate me but the game, but his ichthyic brain wouldn’t concur to such an appeal.
Before now, what did you suggest I do? Uprightly carry my cheeks and jaw while my elbows suffer the weight? Oh please! Although I’m a coquette to knowledge like some lasses to me, I don’t even want to admit the phrase “Back down” into my institution.
The wind sighs on my behalf so I’m in a languid mode. You can say I’m still modeling but I should be an icon in a few minutes. Nah, I take that back - a statue. Until then, I submit that he learns from what he cannot learn from. This is because the world has just one library and I happen to be the curator.
I’m never in disguise. I don’t try to be. It makes no sense. I mean, I’m like the sol that shines and my morale still gets noticed in my diurnal activities. Play along with me. It’s a game… just that I’m not into a conciliatory concordance. Sorry, not now. Maybe later…
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