TWO OH.

That's 20 for you people slow enough not to get it. Anyway...

Holy crap. I'm an adult! This should've hit me ages ago but now that I've officially left the "____teen" ages, reality rushed into me. It's like I've been hit by a tsunami of truth which woke my senses up and realize that hey, I should be more mature.

I'm not saying I'm immature, (...or am I!?) but maybe... just maybe... It's about time I should see and do things like a grown man should.

For instance, like how I spend my monthly allowance on petty and trivial things. I'm not the kind to spend my money on material things through and through, (but I gladly would if I could, suckahzzz!) but I always end up spending more than I could... or more than I am allowed to. And most of the times I ponder how hard it must be for my father and my siblings to work their asses off away from home just so they could provide me of my needs... and wants. If you were in my shoes and you don't feel any guilt then you're probably a zombie or some heartless, insensitive prick.

That's just one out of the many realizations that occurred to me as I hit my twenties. It would take forever to write them all in a  blog post. But rather than feeling regretful and sorry for my past, I choose to be grateful and thank all that has been good, and bad at the same time. I am happy where I am today, surrounded by blessings others are unfortunate enough not to have. Who I am at this point in time, I owe it all to my friends and family and especially to God. It has been a good 20 years of existence... I will hold no expectations of the future, but I will work hard to become better. Here's to twenty years, and more to come! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! *fireworks*

To The Guy Beside Me In Public Transportation

I don't mean to pry, but why is the wallpaper in your phone a solarized picture of you shirtless?
Is that guy even you?
If it's not you, then why? Are you gay?
If it is, then I'd like you to refer to my first question. WHY?
Is it because you wanted to brag?
Do your friends or office mates borrow your phone that often for you to tell yourself, "Hey, I'll set this awesome pic of me as my wallpaper so these people can see I'm awesomely oozing with awesome awesomeness!"?
Does it boost your self-esteem?
Do really like to see yourself naked?
Are you narcissistic?
And lastly, do you have any plans of changing that wallpaper anytime soon?

Just asking, bro.

You can answer them, or just simply ignore this guy who's had a few rounds of alcohol.

The Blog Title says it all...

It's not my first time here on blogspot. But I wasn't sure of what blogging really meant the first time I tried it so I simply lost my interest on it. So since I wanted to start a new blog - one which is more organized, and at least close to what I believe is sensible - this blog was conceived.

The story behind the blog title, is that there is no story to it. That's just it. I lost my muse. It's nothing serious though. Every now and then, all of us experience this kind of thing. It's just bad luck that I decided to create a blog during a period when I seem to have lost my creativity.

Shit happens, they say.