"MARIO's WORLD"

10 Things I learned from playing Super Mario Bros. for years:

1) There's nothing to brag about taking the "Pipe" route
2) Our play's timed, but that doesn't mean we have to rush things out
3) Your whole life is an adventure
4) Life's full of surprises, we just have to discover them by simply paying attention
5) A single failure doesn't mean it's the end
6) The game doesn't get easier, you get better
7) The road's full of challenges - It's difficult but not impossible to overcome
8) More hearts make the game look easy
9) If you haven't met your princess, it means it's not over yet

and my personal favorite
10) To survive, you have to Grow Up and Get A Life !!

Angelo Lesh Palma, Jr - Originals

Zambal Nostalgia 1.0

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Sadness draws tears to my eyes
As the clouds paint blood in the skies
Reflections of undying rage and love

Arches along with wings of the relentless dove

Hazelnut eyes turns to scarlet red
Aches of mind and heart been shed
Relapsing with your heavenly glow
Give a second chance to another soul
Insensible as what the world would make it seem
Everything falls into place like a beautiful dream

Star Sign EP - The Zodiac

Cancer The Dreamer

I find myself staring thru the looking glass
Wishing this ride will forever last
Started dreaming on a seat of a charter bus
Stay a little longer is all I ask
I’m only in my teens
Blinded by the moonlight beam
All the things I’ve seen
In this world of broken dreams

[REF]
A fork in the road
Which way should I go
Bricks of gold
To move on is all I know

[Chorus]
You live to dream, I dream to live
Only thing I regret, I’ve got only one life to give
No reason to grieve
For I never stopped to believe

Hospital bed
Where I lay in comfort and distress
The living dead
Everyone’s curiosity catches my interest
Asking myself, how did I get here
My dried out eyes won’t shed tears
They say my life’s running out of time
But the fire still burns in this heart of mine

[REF]
[Chorus]

I stand up to fight
With my eyes shining bright
Along with the things beyond my sight
I am the boss of my life
I know I am not alone
I am not afraid of moving on
I see myself with everyone going home
Nothing can stop me from dreaming to live on

[Chorus] x2

I see myself with everyone going home
Nothing can stop me from dreaming to live on

#StandUp2Cancer

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Coming Soon
Taurus The Misunderstood
Ophiuchus The Missing Link
Gemini Two Of A Kind

Star Sign EP by The Zodiac
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Angelo Lesh Palma, Jr - Originals

Zambal Melodies 1.0

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Cold as the yuletide breeze
Ethereal as your summer night kiss
Staring at those starlike eyes
Takes toll at these scarred nightskies
Envious the goddess mourned
Reserved in eternal beauty you was born

Good Ol' Times

"Staged and Unplugged"

     More of a throwback photo, actually. This was taken about a year ago, where i met my best friends from high school. You could say it's more like of a reunion to/for me. "Why?" you ask? Ok Ok. Let's pretend you asked. **[JERK]** Back to the story, then. It was more like of a reunion for me cause the last time i saw most of them were (A score divided by the half of a decade. FOUR. yea, i love math. fuck off!) Four years ago - Our Graduation Day. Don't ask why.

     It has been fours years, so meeting them again was a bit nauseating for me. I felt weird. I didnt know whether to hug them, kiss 'em on the cheeks, give 'em slight jab on the pecs - or do a handshake. We parted ways as innocent morons and now were meeting again as young adults. wow, would look at that. we are young adults now. Our innocence were absolutely out of the question, so what really was bugging me - was if our immaturity was still there, hiding behind those expensive-looking semi-formal semi-casual clothes, sparkling shimmering golden-laced silver watches, bracelets, necklaces and picture-snapping photo-flashing fortune-costing cameras. I'm sure i still had my immaturity that time and still do 'til now. what i wasnt sure was if they still had theirs.

     It was our bunso's birthday party at their cocktail house or something. LOL. she was the youngest in our little posse. so we i met them. my heart kept pounding harder and harder as we approached little by little.

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down 

It gets real tense, no one makes a sound 

Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now 

The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves 

Now step back to reality 

Look it's B.Rabbit 

You signed me up to battle? 

I'm a grown man 

Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba 

I don't have any lines to go right here so 

Duba duba teletubie fella's what? fella's yeah? 

Grab you left (nut), make right one jealous what?

     Back to my story, i met them ... they met me ... we met! and nothing really changed! we're still those same lame crazy wild kids back in the day. Teasing each other. Throwing something at each other. From crampled papers to wooden chairs, from pieces of chalks to broken glass bottles, from withered leaves to 100 year old trees. Got that right! and most notably, setting each other on fire. can i get a Hell Yea?!

     After that party, a realization struck my intoxicated brain - Even though how long time passes, that childish persona of you will always be there with you. Some things will change and Some thing will not. As we mature, our Frendship mature with us.

Oh yea, that photo was taken at the party. That's Vanessa Scharbach - she hits hard. If I ever get murdered, she should be the #1 person to look for. Love her and that pic tho :)) im too sleepy right, so imma try to make this post a bit more creative next time. ciao!

The Stranger by Rasha Faye Tulas

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It was mid-afternoon that day,

Inside his cave the leper lay,

And on his face it was dismay

For he could not go out and stray.

He heard the soft advance of feet,

He did not dare look up nor speak,

“My child”, the voice was soft and clear

Yet the leper did not even stir.

The poor man couldn’t help himself,

He just had to stop his pretense,

He lifted up his face and beheld

The stranger whom his heart he held.

Bound by light and bound by love,

Infinite kindness his soft eyes have,

“Come to me”, the stranger said,

Full of kindness, full of grace.

The leper’s knees fell to the ground

As he bowed down without a sound,

He took the stranger in his heart

And left the shadows, eager to part.

The leper looked up into his gaze

As blessed tears streamed down his face,

Now he knew he had left the darkness

With the stranger who showed him kindness.