This evening was weird. 
As much as I would want to keep him as the little
brother I do my very best to protect, I know that the time will come when I have to
let him go to make his own path, learn
about life and protect himself on his own.
For the past months since 2nd semester has started, I remember doing nothing but watching cartoons while making my way out of heaps and tons of schoolwork. 
I can't recall how many false alarms of the so-called "END OF THE WORLD" I have encountered in my life. My my... even I am wondering how I was able to survive all those and still be here writing this blog. People really have their own way of designing how their lives end up to be. They indulge in the task of crafting their own lives and dying to know how it's supposed to end up.
Piercings.It's not that I'm into turning myself into some sort of a boho-rebel what-not or a perpetual masochist who is into making my body a temple of metallic adornments; I just love having myself pierced.I'm addicted to the rush of having the needle pierce through my skin. Those moments in between, where both anticipation and fear pulls me to opposite sides. However, pleasure overrides logic.
I love 2 guys.
Cowardice to face the consequences of one’s actions is one of the most dreadful things to do. But the worst thing is not even having the guts to accept that we are wrong and facing up to it by saying sorry.SORRY- just a 5 letter word. 2 syllables. Simple. Easy to say. But not everyone has the heart to speak it out. Human nature, maybe… that kept our pride, ego, and conceit to precede all other things that could have been good in us. Though nobody has died of choking for swallowing his/her own pride— mouthing this word have always been a great burden.
I remember when my mom used to say, “Stop, or you will hurt yourself.”
