The world is a dream and nothing is worth it.

epic

2009-02-26T17:04:17Z

Luis Hernandez: ANY game except hide and seek
babie_jennie242: hindi ko gets
Luis Hernandez: any game EXCEPT hide and seek nga
babie_jennie242: huh?
babie_jennie242: coz im dark?
Luis Hernandez: youre supposed to ask why not hide and seek..
babie_jennie242: why?

batangas trip with family

2009-01-06T13:36:17Z

luishernandez @ 2008-10-15T23:31:00

2008-10-15T15:34:03Z

My first HDR attempt.

luishernandez @ 2008-08-18T21:24:00

2008-08-18T13:25:01Z

bla

she speaks through her eyes...

2008-07-16T11:29:09Z

5 times todayyy!!!!

i hope soooo..
ulol.

malay mo.

SPRAK

2008-07-15T11:37:03Z

Goodmorning #2 today!!

hahahahahahahahaha.

that was awkward. :|:|:|
ho well.

Doble Kara

2008-07-13T11:28:36Z

wala na akong respeto sayo.
wala kang kwentang kaibigan.
wag kang magpangap na dehins ikaw.

hindi ka mabait, hindi ka matalino.

luishernandez @ 2008-07-12T02:25:00

2008-07-11T18:26:01Z

ligtas na ako!

problema mo na yan, pare.
goodluck nalang.

you're only pretty when you're lying.

2008-07-11T11:45:28Z

don't you fucking dare.
you're lucky i'm nice.

luishernandez @ 2007-11-11T21:44:00

2007-11-11T13:44:55Z

FIRST THIRTEEN PEOPLE to reply to this post and AND post this challenge in their own blog will receive a gift from me.

It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash of awesomeness. It might be a mix CD, or a rubber duck, or a book I think you might enjoy. Or a snail-mail letter, a useful object, or something else that is awesome or maybe just taking up room in my house.

Whatever it is, I promise I will get it to you within 100 days or fewer from the date of your posted comment. For me to be able to send your gift, I will need your snail mail address (unless we meet up sometime soon). The only thing you need to do to receive your gift is PARTICIPATE.

(Don't forget to link me to where you posted this in your own blog.)

REVENGE is SWEET. :D

2007-10-30T07:47:57Z

Gotcha back celz. :P

Luis Hernandez: celz
Luis Hernandez: do you love me?
celina_julia: yes
Luis Hernandez: seriously?
celina_julia: well yea. why?
Luis Hernandez: cause i love you
celina_julia: k great
Luis Hernandez:
celina_julia: are you scaring me cos its halloween?
Luis Hernandez: no
Luis Hernandez: im being serious
Luis Hernandez: ive been thinking about it
celina_julia: seriously?
Luis Hernandez: yeah i mean with the singapore pa and everything
celina_julia: wait. wait.
celina_julia: if youre kidding im HONESTLY never gonna forgive you
Luis Hernandez: im serious
celina_julia: but
celina_julia: why?
Luis Hernandez: I GOT YOU BACK
Luis Hernandez: YEHESSS
celina_julia:
Luis Hernandez: MWAHAHAHAHA
celina_julia: WHAT
Luis Hernandez: i love you celz
celina_julia: did i ever do to you?!
celina_julia: WHAT!
celina_julia: WHAT!
Luis Hernandez: you said
celina_julia: WHAT!
celina_julia: WHAT!
Luis Hernandez: "i think we're gonna get married"
celina_julia: oh
celina_julia: wait.
celina_julia: im gonna be mad at you for a while.
Luis Hernandez: aww
Luis Hernandez: finish na?
celina_julia: wait
Luis Hernandez: okay
Luis Hernandez:
celina_julia: dont make it worse betch
Luis Hernandez: youre serious?
celina_julia: ok finish na
celina_julia:
Luis Hernandez: yay
Luis Hernandez: haha. did you seriously believe me?
celina_julia: not really..
celina_julia: but i kinda got scared

luishernandez @ 2007-10-30T11:01:00

2007-10-30T03:01:56Z

my eyes are burning from lack of sleep.

luishernandez @ 2007-10-05T16:36:00

2007-10-05T08:37:21Z

one down, one to go. let's go archers.

ANIMO

2007-10-01T13:08:52Z

enough said. :)

the quote for this season:
"it's NOT about how many times you laugh. it's about getting the last laugh"

so let's have a recap of the laughter during this season.

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

EPITAPHS

2007-08-13T14:27:32Z

a list of epitaphs for when i die. hahahaha. wala lang. i just thought it'd be fun to write some.

If i committed suicide:                        If i died from a car accident:           miscellaneous:
    He was an artist.                               Here lies Luis Hernandez,                     My life's been hard
        but there was a twist.                      He wanted to see whose                        and all things show
    his brush was a knife                             car went fastest                                               it;
       and his canvas is his wrist         a truck was near                                       i always thought so
                                                                                      whose beep                                         and now i know it.
                                                                                    he didnt hear
                                                                              now he lays in this
                                                                                       open casket.
???:
   stop stranger as you                                 If i died and was buried under a boulder:
      pass                                                               Luis Hernandez
    as you are now so                                            this one's on me.
       once was i
    as i am now so will
       you be
    so be prepared to
       follow me

luishernandez @ 2007-08-09T18:26:00

2007-08-09T10:31:18Z

one of those moments when you wanna
be creative and keep the school spirit at the same time.

luishernandez @ 2007-08-04T11:38:00

2007-08-04T03:40:25Z

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

luishernandez @ 2007-08-04T02:24:00

2007-08-03T18:26:46Z

through out my lj life.
i've realized that i only write when i'm depressed.

need more clues?

capoeira eu sou.

2007-07-04T16:45:17Z

that meaaans "capoeira i am"

i trained at polo club yesterday...

AND IT WAS KICKASS
ILOVECAPOEIRA!

batizado is coming. two months left.
gotta train really hard!
can't wait to get my capoeira name.
and my belt....(ULUL)
hahaha. hopefuly i do get a belt!

but, just train. yeh?

CAPOEIRA EU SOU!

yes? yes?
demo at tiendesitas on saturday 10pm!
ROOODA AT TAFT TOMORROW!
ILOVECAPOEIRA!

te vejo!
(see you!)

luishernandez @ 2007-06-28T17:07:00

2007-06-28T09:08:07Z

sometimes,
it's not about who
you deserve.

it's about who you
want.

luishernandez @ 2007-06-28T16:33:00

2007-06-28T08:34:46Z

i miss capoeira. *sigh*

an ode to nice guys.

2007-06-21T04:06:53Z

i stole this from jim. take time to read it.
An Ode to Nice Guys

This is a tribute to nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on my old campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools, the only conclusion I can form is that some girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

.

2007-06-21T03:46:12Z

i'll fall asleep tonight cause that makes me closer to you.

luishernandez @ 2007-06-19T23:34:00

2007-06-19T15:53:15Z

since i am a fan of radical transparency i shall continue with this post.

we had a garage sale planned so i had to go through my countless numbers of the old and unused. i saw all my shirts from before supplemented with memories. i went through my shirts from waaaay back. my N'sync shirts, star wars shirts, looney toons and all. then i came upon those i used to wear when you and i were still YOU AND I. then all our happy memories suddenly came back. i remember the countless laughs we've had, all those hours we spent separated in our own world from everyone else despite being in a crowd, those literally COUNTLESS text messages that we exchanged and the "i love you"'s that went with it. and then i realized how stupid love is sometimes. against your better judgment, you wait for someone to actually realize that they actually have feelings for you. and that time when you yourself needed some convincing from that same person. they don't even give you time to realize how wrong you could be. and when you actually realize that you were wrong. they have decided that their feelings are gone.

i don't know. i wish i could put my feelings in to words. cause if we could all do that, we would all be in love and understand each other.

i don't know. i planned this post to be better. i'm sorry. i don't really know. i'll continue next time.

luishernandez @ 2007-06-19T23:14:00

2007-06-19T15:29:47Z

To leave someone, that is your right.

but, it's just wrong to leave them thinking that they're not even worth an

explanation.