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Wth is wrong with you!?
Throw those out.
You are a shitty pushover.
Stop being kind and stop saving people.
They didn't ask for your help.
You are wasting your time.
Martyrs die.
Respect yourself and your talent.
Stop waiting.
Get out!
Minsan para ka na lang baliw na paulit ulit.
"We're never getting out of this alive."
Here is a link to my portfolio
Please view my work which I made in 1- 2 hours a day for a month. HAHA. It's reeaally hard
not to be lazy, and make something during spare hours. :)
Film Fatale: Lights, Camera, Madness

Fugazo is gearing up to launch Film Fatale: Lights, Camera, Madness, a hidden object game that explores the world of 1940s and 50s cinema and tells the story of one particularly eccentric (some would say insane) director, and a movie starlet who goes missing.

Here's more about the game from a teaser that Fugazo posted on its website:
In the 40s and 50s, there was one director who towered above all the rest.
M.W. Vernon created the most daring spectacles seen on the silver screen!
At the peak of his career, he created his own island studio where he could have total control over his vision.The film he was to make there would be the greatest ever committed to celluloid, but it was never finished.

The production suffered infighting, financial setbacks, injuries and even deaths. Vernon is said to have gone mad, deteriorating into an irrational and even violent tyrant. The island studio had been all but forgotten…until recently. The film's star, Rita Ray, has gone missing, bringing her daughter Helena to Vernon's island in search of her.

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abusing free journal skins :D

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Journal Entry: Thu Jan 19, 2012, 9:26 AM


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LAJHNSJKABJBD I got JHpurna;!!!!!!!!
I can't sleep,that's that. My brain has formed a list of its own, a list of things to do. It has managed to whip up a whole batch of creative juices which my body has failed to digest. So now I cant sleep... It has failed to command my body to pick up the brush and paint, therefore it has resorted to just the keyboard, so now I type...   My brain will cause a diarrhea of colors till morning comes...
I must sleep..
I have consumed the last few drops of insanity over the past few weeks. I tried waking up
to the sound of the voice inside my head,usually as silent as the piquancy of dewdrops lingering on the morning grass. And when I do, I find myself usually at the end of the cliff, ready to jump. Why am I sober now?

I need more of it.
Naligaw na ako,andaming daan kasi, andami ding adik sa bawat daan...
Makiki adik na din,
I was at the marketplace, just finished some errands for the good doctor. I picked a bouquet of daisies for the dinner table. And there, lo and behold, was my murderer. I snuck back into the alley and watched you. There you were again, stunning as ever, like the day I first saw you at the ball. Beside you was a fine young maiden of marrying age. And her eyes spoke louder than the imminent danger that lies ahead.
I don't want you to see me, I know about the dagger you keep on your waist.
I must run away.
Perhaps this was all my fault. I have let you become careless and stupid, so that one day I might use this against you. This letter is a corpse hanged for the public to see. Bodies you have buried keep on resurfacing over and over, though I have gouged my eyes to blind myself from the truth, the stench still crawls itself in.

I have found myself bleeding at the side of the road. This wasn't a good way to go I suppose. I wanted it to be quick. I had your name scrawled on my palm, I wanted the world to know that you murdered me...

I woke up on a makeshift bed, wounded and healing.I found a stranger at my side and gave me my life back...

-- A page on a diary written on a January.…
"I realized I could not live with being unable to trust him and having to play detective for the rest of my life,

Obviously I knew things weren't right,"  "But in a way, I didn't want to know the truth."

I realized that if I became consumed with anger, it would snowball into the rest
of my life and just keep going.

People don't change unless they have the skills and desire within
themselves to make changes.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.
I found out the hard way...

Respect? There is none left.



It is too much wishful thinking...
It is creeping me out...
And it usually comes true, at the expense of so much...

I cant sleep... Forgive me... Its not that Im sad...
I am only at a loss for words...


Where should I be? There was no plan to begin with.

Where do I end?

Was this real?

This wasn't the plan, I remember... I recall last fall... It was a cold month..
I wrote me a message in a bottle...

There it was, the truth...

I was alone... again with a shadow.
  • Listening to: my head.
I am stressed out. I am angry.  I am messed up inside. I  don't know what to do with my life anymore. I have decided to go with the flow na lang. Everyone is so demanding. I wish I could just stop and do nothing for a day. Just go far away from it all. Go to a beach alone. Ride the roller coaster alone. I am sick of listening to promises that are empty. I am tired of waiting. I am tired of listening. Tired of fitting in. Tired of believing.

      I am not listening anymore. You can't make me stay. I will make up my own mind. Who cares if I mess up. No one will be there to help. All I see are your criticizing eyes. I still won't listen. I have lived my life according to what you say. I will live it how I want to without you. I will not like you. You are hiding something from me. I will therefore hide everything from you. I will make up my own rules. I will create my own boundaries. I will not let you limit me. I will say no. I will make my own move. I am breaking these chains. I will hurt you.

I will cry alone... I feel so weak but much better. I feel like a girl.

All I have is me in the end.
  • Listening to: Flyleaf
  • Watching: render progress....
All Around Me lyrics

My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

This fire rising through my being
Burning I'm not used to seeing you

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

My hands float up above me
And you whisper you love me
And I begin to fade
Into our secret place

The music makes me sway
The angels singing say we are alone with you
I am alone and they are too with you

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

And so I cry
The light is white
And I see you

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

Take my hand
I give it to you
Now you own me
All I am
You said you would never leave me
I believe you
I believe

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healed
  • Listening to: Flyleaf
Just went crazy. I dunno how to balance knives and forks on my tongue anymore. Great huh! Hehe.
Balance three jobs is what I mean. Beat that wonderwoman! Joke