A lot of things seem to matter but
two of these things outweighs all the other.
Both objects give people benefits too.
So, its not so bad... Not really.

Object 1: diploma. 1. is defined as a proof of a 4-5 years of struggle(excluding the dropped, withdrawn and failed classes) just to prove yourself your something; 2. A form of payback to our beloved parents for their counter struggle just to make us finish college.

Benefits:

- You can get a high paying job
- You have the right to use the word "educated" as a descriptive term for yourself
- you have this to adorn your living room or wherever
- you have an additional gift to HR officers aside from your resume

And

you can gain yourself some respect from other people

However,

- you have to buy another frame so you can show it to everyone who enters your lovely home.


Object 2: money. is defined as anything that is owned, stolen, kept, saved, burned, given or handed down through another fancy paper called "The Last Will"

Benefits:

- you can get anything you want in the world
- you can get yourself the best education in the best schools
- you get to travel the world in a cruiser line


And

you can gain yourself much respect from other people


However,

- rich people eventually have memory loss and they tend to forget people from their own "barrios" and speak in English saying "Where is that place? I bet it's dirty out there. " TSKTSKTSK.

And

filthy rich people seem to have very good math skills since they know how much a person's worth is. The next thing you know is that a person has already a tag sign that says "SOLD"

Please be reminded that all these written in this post is a personal view. Thank you.

tongues of sarcasm

I will try to hold it.

BUT WAIT.

WAIT.



... i'll HOLD it til tomorrow.

TSKTSKTSK plus a hundred more times TSKs

When you listen to the song "Later" by Fra Lippo Lippi, your memory flashes back to the people whom you loved so MUCH who just pretended they felt the same. More often in relationships, it is inevitable to pretend- to pretend to be happy, to enjoy what you're doing as a couple, pretend that you are head over heels for the other person when you feel nothing but the exact opposite. Pretending is an inevitable fact. Be for it or against it. But still, its there.

traveling with high spirits

Traveling is an inevitable want. It definitely sounds so inviting and when people start to talk about it, you would never want to miss that very chance to go and be there yourself. For others, it is a gift to the oneself, for some, an outlet of relaxation. For me, traveling heals.

It sounds so sentimental but it really does. It helps me put my mind together and lets me focus harder on whatever it is that I have ahead of me. It solicits a lot of emotions that I can't get anywhere by just sitting down. A privilege to reconnect with yourself and at the same time the perfect moment to be with your friends.

I suggest that whenever you plan on going somewhere,

GO, then plan. ^^,

the feeling sucks

i love you ui!!!

a day's realization

I find it hard to listen to the echoes of my heart, or maybe i pretend not to hear it.
loving someone is a painful ordeal.. its a sacrifice, its something we can't always be happy about.loving someone is a risk I am willing to take over and over again. no matter how painful and how worst it gets. i embrace love regardless of anything, exhale deeply and tell myself, once this is over, i can be myself again. i envy those who look so happy together, it seems that i want to defy the heavens and ask for an explanation why I am in pain and they're not. more often, i fall in love with the wrong people, or maybe i'm just a coward. simple. i always want to love at a safer mode yet i think of the worst that could possibly happen without even starting anything at all. sometimes in this world, i wish the feeling would just be blown away far..far enough that i would't be able to do anything to get hold of it again.
it sucks when you feel something so deep for a person and then later find out its the worst case you could ever imagine... all because of the lousy line..."i like you"
i cry, wipe my tears, and still find myself falling in love all over again. it gets more ironic that sometimes i don't know what to do anymore. love songs are products of the imagination. some of them has a percentage of truth, maybe a line or two...the rest are history. they break hearts, they mend for some, they add up to the burden, if you ask me.

love, love, love... if god created this for us, why should it hurt this much?

Am I original?

charlatan, fake, faker, fraud, hoaxer, humbug, mountebank, phony (also phoney), pretender, quack .............

OH how I hate pretentious people...

I know a lot of them.. and most of them are not my friends.

I'm not trying to be sarcastic but I have to admit I don't like the company of people faking their way through everything.

Why should you pretend to be what you are not?.. Doesn't it feel a LOT better to be just the way you are? I mean, if you pretend to be THIS to people then you have to be that SOMEBODY for like... forever? Isn't that just tiring?

Come on... people will always have a way to understand you or whatever that is you lack, or have excessively. Don't be unfair with yourself just to meet the standards of the filty rich ones.You don't have to pretentiously live lavishly when you go home with an empty stomach.