I am the most handsome.

I am the most handsome. Many girls follow me though I already have my one and only. She will be the most pretty. She will be the most lovely. Many guys follow her though she already has her one and only.

I am the most handsome. I look at myself in the mirror and say to myself that I’m even more handsome than Brad Pitt. I pity the other stars because they are not as handsome as me. They have no match for me.

I am the most handsome. I have the face which many adores. It’s clear. It’s perfect. It’s godly. Many have bullet seeds with them but I have none. Many have craters, but I don’t have. Mine is perfect.

I am the most handsome. When I am alone. When I am dreaming. When I am asleep. When I am in my world where I make the rules. Those are the exact opposite of what really is happening. I am not handsome. I am ugly. I have bullet seeds. I have sludge machines. I am not perfect. I am the least in line. I long for something which is impossible for me to have.

I am the most handsome. But, I’m lying.

Beach Friend

So I met a new friend I will never meet again.

He’s cute, but black. He’s small, and a weakling. His glaring eyes were so seducing that I left my companions to approach this little guy.

As I was walking to this stranger, he also approached me. His voice was welcoming that I instantly got a hold of him. He was like no other. He talked to me like we knew each other for a very long time. I touched his furry little head, and he responded like a baby being snuggled. My hands went to his neck and he liked it more. I touched his back and his black tail rose to its peak. 

I let go of my hands, but then, he went near to my hairy leg, snuggling them. I stood up, yet he did not mind it. He kept on repeating the same thing. My companions were long gone yet I was with this cat. Just when I realized that he's a hobo, his friend approached us and held this small fella. I tried to walk farther, but he kept on following me. I walked for a few meters, yet, there he was, following my track, ending up in my legs. 

I sighed.

I took him and gave him to his owner. So I met a new friend I will never meet again. His face is still stuck in my head. He's just so cute. I went ashore with a heart so not explainable.

He's just a cat, but, there's this enchanting feeling that he gave to me on that few moments on the beach.

"Meow," he said as we parted, "meow."

Forever Alone.

I'm not handsome. Nobody likes me.

Dysphoria.

It's been 17 years and I'm still dead alone. FOREVER ALONE? I can't even write the most depressing lines anymore. I live alone. No one to linger to. No one to talk to when I'm depressed. Yeah. I admit. I'm freaking hideous in every point. I can't even say any figurative speech. It's damn pointless. If only the word love did not exist in the first place.

Owl City Quote for the Win!!

I’ve always been the shy guy, I don’t see that changing, but I definitely feel a lot more comfortable then I anticipated.

owl city

When I Die

When I die...


I want no one to be shedding a single tear.
I want everyone to be happy.
I want no one to be wearing black and white.
I don't want people to cry because I died.
I want people to be happy because I lived.


I don't want to have a marching band.
They're weird and stupid and crazy.
I want my funeral song to be Owl City's Galaxies.
It really suites my final song.


I don't want anyone playing anything.
Though I don't want some peace and quiet
I don't want people playing cards or anything.
I don't want strangers entering into my house and play anytime they want.


During the last night, I don't want to be serenaded by crappy songs.
They don't make sense at all.
Sing to me all songs by Adam Young.
I will appreciate you for sure.


As much as possible, I want to be cremated.
I don't want people to cry, right?
I don't want them to look at my corpse.


After I am buried, I want everyone to live as if I was just on a very long vacation.
I want everything to be normal.
No superstitions done. No beliefs done.
They're stupid.


Gosh.




These will happen, hopefully, after 80 years.

Old Testament Metaphor.

I hope for the day when everything is done already. I'm fucking tired of it!

Why did Saul become the leader of Israel if what he only did was nothing. David here, this little innocent David, is working hard to suffice the needs of his master. This young boy is doing his best, and now he's tired. What does he do now? He can't offend Saul. He's the King of all Israel. David doesn't want the recipe to be put in the book. He asked guidance from his brothers. It's a miracle that his brothers all agree that that recipe must not be put in there, however, Saul is still King.

Joseph, on the other hand, is just the governor of Egypt. He worked hard, very hard to make Egypt ready for the coming famine. He's not the Pharaoh. He's just a mere second-hand. Yet, all the burden is under him. He sleeps late just to make sure that the rice supply is fine. He visits the town and the farm often. It's like, he's the Pharaoh himself. The Pharaoh, on the other side, is making himself busy, by just slacking around. Joseph knew of this, and he now gets tired of him, but is there something he can still do?

  

The Pharaoh is so egotistic and only thinks of himself. While Moses is trying to release the Israelites from the cruel Egyptians, he can't, because the Pharaoh is only thinking of himself. What about the rest of the people? Can't he think of the Israelites for once? He's only thinking of himself, and his wife, and his love life. Who doesn't get tired of it?

Noah already the warned the people that there will be this great flood. The people only laughed at him and ignored him. They focused on doing their own useless things instead of being with Noah. Now, what will happen next? Death. Failure. Argh.

When this is over, I'll be in my deepest slumber.

AMEN.

One Line.

It has already been nine months.

A new baby is born. A tree has grown taller. A student graduates.

Yet, I’m still out of love.

It’s official. I know.

I don’t know the reason why, but the way I am feeling right now is very different.

I miss the nights when I’m staring depressed at the ceiling listening to some old music while only thinking of her.

I miss the times when I am inspired to write songs because of her.

I miss the moments when I would hide purposely when she walks by – the reason primarily is to glance at her beautiful face. (And probably because I’m too torpe to just even approach her.)

I miss the instances when I make stories because of her.

I laugh at myself.

There have been few eye-catchers out there, but no one caught my heart yet. For nine months, no one.

It’s been a long time since I’ve composed a song, or written a story.

Well, I’m speechless.

Three more months, and it’ll be a year of a cold heart.

I got to get drunk...with water.

DoDoDo

I’m addicted to a song. But the problem is, I can’t sing it. Not that it’s too high. I can always change the pitch. It’s the lyrics of the song which I can’t understand. I’ve been searching around the whole internet world the lyrics of this song, but I just cannot. Yeah, depressing.

I devised a plan. I would try to listen to the song over and over and over again so that I would get the lyrics and write it down. The problem is that, there are many vague words. And the song is too fast for me to handle, which leaves me puzzled.

It’s mesmerizing to love a song which you can’t understand the lyrics, right? Hahaha. Well, for the record, this is the first OPM song I liked. Promise! Primarily, the reason behind that is that, it does not sound corny and pathetic. It’s not those trying hard copy cat songs of other lame Filipino singers out there who does nothing but to make awful covers of smashing hits. This one’s original. It’s fresh. It is like internationally made! When I first heard of this, I was like electrocuted.  “Is this really a Filipino original?” I said to myself. It was like an international record! Good job, fellow person!

The genre is like Owl City, another reason why I was hooked up with the song. The name of the band is Somedaydream. He’s a one-man band like Owl City, but unlike the latter, Somedaydream only has a few originals. Some covers are worth listening because it’s like his original songs! Electro! Woohoo!

Anyway, the title of the song is, “Do Do with You.” If anyone could give me the lyrics, I would very much appreciate you! :D

Sorcerer and Me

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice.

It’s a great movie! From the effects, to the story. Everything was just damn perfect.

I’ve heard many reviews saying it was a good movie, and I was to prove it wrong (because I’m really not a Nicolas Cage fan), but I failed. It really was a very fantastic movie!

What I really love about the movie is the humor. I almost laughed at every moment of the movie. It’s not because of slapstick humor (which is not at all present in the movie), but the conversational humor in which the ones that are funny are their dialogues.

I also love how they portrayed the Sorcerer’s Apprentice (the part when the apprentice uses his power to command the brooms to fix the room). I have watched a few versions of this, most memorably that of Disney’s. But, the portrayal in the movie worked a lot and it was very funny, yet very novel. It was very great, indeed.

I loved the effects so much that I’m just so speechless. It was very good! But what I liked most is the part where Cage throws water to the villain, in a slow motion. This scene happened at the railway. I was stupefied, really!

I also liked how I predicted a plot and it never happened. It only means that the movie was unpredictable, though I predicted from the start that it would have a happy ending. Disney movies always have good endings, don’t they? Haha.

But, what I really, really admire about the movie is the lesson. You don’t have to be handsome and cool to get a girlfriend. Sometimes, being weird catches a girl’s heart. I’m not that weird, I’m just not cool, and handsome. Maybe, because of my uncoolness, a girl would fall for me (hoping to be the one I love – if there is, but right now, there is no one). However, I know, it’s from a movie, and not all things that happen on movies happen in real life. But, who knows, maybe some beautiful blonde girl would be my first girlfriend. There would be silver eagles flying in mid-air. There would be changing cars. There would be reverse worlds, and stuff.

Who knows?

Ahh. Such a good movie. If I were to rate it, I would give it an 85% rating.

JAPS

I fell in love the moment I heard her voice.


She's a beauty. Her voice, her smile, her face, her everything! I don't know what to say more. She's one of a kind princess. She captured my heart with her voice. Right now, I'm listening to her sing the songs of the greatest band in the whole world. Whoa. I hope she'll get more famous than the singers out there who doesn't even know how to sing. I hope she'll get more famous than the idols of today. 


I know she'll be.


Gotta listen to her more. :D

Silence and Noise

It has been hours since I last heard noise. And it is only now that I heard silence again. The silence that I cling to in times of sadness. The silence I run to in times of fear. The silence I linger on to seek comfort. I heard of noise just hours ago and it irritated me. The noise of boisterous laughter. The noise of drunken men. The noise of parties. Ugh. Why can't they all be sane people? I try ignoring them, but, it's not use. Their noise is much powerful than the silence inside me. They're maybe sleeping now, but, hey, I'm still awake. 

It's dawn and I'm still awake, trying to finish something. Maybe it's adrenalin that forces me to stay up this late and finish our paper. Maybe I will have a good slumber once I reach home. Maybe not. Right now, I am in front of my laptop, trying to be awake, while listening to the beautiful melody of silence, harmonized by the chicken's alarm. Few people are talking.  Few vehicles are moving. They are all harmonized to form the silence from within.

I remember one time when in an instant, I only heard silence. Yes, there were boisterous laughter, but I only heard silence. Yes, there were many moving vehicles, but I only heard silence. Yes, there were loud conversations, but I only heard silence. It was very quiet, much more quiet than now. I don't know why or how. I know that it was only for a short matter of time, but, it was magical, like somewhere I never wanted to leave.

Ahy. So much for my frivolous thoughts. Speaking of which, I already changed my column name. So sad. It's not frivolous thoughts anymore. Rather, I went back to my former name, Box Cart. No harm done, it's still an Owl City Song (Umbrella Beach).

Well, let me bid you good night err, good morning, while I try hitting the hay. If not, then, I'll get back to you.

YOU

YOU. You are a worthless, useless, lazy, freakishly annoying person. You are only thinking about yourself. You are only thinking about what the blood is telling you. Do you really care about this?

                What about this?

Wait. Let me check my Friendster.

                What about that?

Wait. I can’t breathe. We broke up.

                When is this?

Wait. I’m in ecstasy. We made up.

                Why is this here?

Cause I find it funny.

                Why is this not here?

We don’t have matter anymore.

                This is more important than that, right?

I don’t know about that. Wait. Let me check my Plurk.

                Do you know we still lack a lot of funds?

We already have a lot of them.

                What about the other panel of judges?

We’ll just select the best.

                He is one of the best judges. Why is he not included?

We are not close.

                Can we just use what is available?

No. You find this. I want this. I am more handsome with that.

                What about the poster?

I want us to be there. Wait, someone tweeted me.

                Are you sure this is good?

Yeah. I like it.

                Are all the shirts printed already?

Not yet. I’m busy talking to her.

                With great power comes great electric bill.

It’s fine. I’m not the one paying.

                What about her watch?

Wait. I’ll answer that later. Let’s take a picture.

YOU. I don’t know about you. But, I’ll just do what I’ve got to do. I regretted that you won in the Master Chef. When will you open your eyes to the real world? Why are your blood lines so fucking big deal? As if anyone cares.

No wonder.

FRIVOLOUS THOUGHTS (Draft 2)

Just another draft. I am sure this is not the final one. I know. haha.

I CRUMPLE PAPERS

Let me tell to you a story.

The Story of the Conceited Paper

There was this paper, just fresh from the machine.

He was so humble that people would buy him. However, because of the praises of his good quality, he became more stubborn and arrogant. He would show off his white perfect quality and boasts that no other paper has that quality. With much vanity in his fibers, he talks about himself to other papers of his same kind. However, a tree approached him. “Who are you?” the proud paper said.

“I am a tree. You came from me. Everyone of you came from me.” Said the tree.

“And so?” he said raising his blue lines.

“You don’t have the right to boast about yourself. You’re just a paper. Other papers are better than you, but they just stick around the corner, being used humbly.”

“I don’t care. I’ll prove that I’m the best. Pour water to me. Burn me. I’ll be alive.”

The rain poured. The tree just laughed. The paper was soaked. It was the end of him.