final flight of hrushoes.

Boo.

hrushoes [12122008 - 10192009]

there is a light that never goes out.

Happy birthday, you.

mike wieringo.

Mike Wieringo passed away August 12 from a heart attack.

Though I don’t know him personally, I knew him through his work. The comicbook community will surely miss him.

things that don't feel right, even with your eyes closed.

…and to think the last time I saw her was just a couple of months ago. The part that hurts more is finding out through the daily news; and getting told that the other station showed censored shots of the crime scene, like a twisted version of CSI — only, horrifyingly real.

I have to force myself to think properly. And with that focus, maybe I’ll narrow my vision just enouth to fool myself into thinking that I’m doing something other than thinking about it.

Logic tells me that it’s wrong to make my lungs and liver pay for what happened, but my brain just can’t forget.

http://www.gmanews.tv/story/51171/Estranged-father-kills-2-kids-self-in-Antipolo

http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/metro/view_article.php?article_id=77007

http://luzon.wowphilippines.com/rizal/?p=138

http://www.journal.com.ph/index.php?issue=2007-07-17&sec=1&aid=0

…

http://www.gmanews.tv/story/51171/Estranged-father-kills-2-kids-self-in-Antipolo

Nothing quite like news like this to spoil a breakfast. Scratch that — a whole day.

thirteen.

Truth comes a lot easier when you’re thirteen. Things were a lot less complicated too — this or that, us or them, love or hate.

A couple of birthdays back, she even told me she was happy with someone at the moment. And now that conversation haunts me. She always did call me on being emotionless. And the great truth is — it’s certainly not so, because I do feel. (Embarassingly so.) She cared deeply enough to be there, and I wish I did stay for a little while longer.

Sixteen.

Sixteen stab wounds to change your life. Sixteen stab wounds to make you think about mortality, and what animal in his right mind would do such a thing. These are the grays in the horizon when you’re thirteen.

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