The Ridiculed Mob, And I'm Still Me

What do you get by keeping quiet? You know you can turn the world against them if you would just utter at least a word of how you want it to go for you. Fight for what you want you will surely get it, it happens all the time all around the world, throughout the ages..*fight fight fight*..so they urged. No thank you, apperently you're proposing a very interesting and aggresive way of winning this, i must agree. But im just not cut out for such method. And i have no intention of battling anything or anyone for victory. Pardon me if you find me to be such an uninteresting person, which probably i am. And i hope that would be a good reason for you to stop wasting your time campaigning a fight against something that's not even concerning you. I've been taught not to fight, but to step aside when things are going against my way. If they happen to find trouble ahead of them, they will make a u-turn and try to catch up with me. Though moving at slower and, what you'd say passive pace, at least i'm now way ahead of them...grinning and not caring. Really, i don't care. Don't take me wrong, im not selfish when roaming this earth, i'm just not entitled to turn everybody my way each time i bump into someone going the other way. But im glad i've been granted chances to honour my existence and the freewill that comes with it. Tag along now if you find any sense in my words. Maybe at the next turn, i'll share with you the wisdom of winning by the long, hard and painful way. If i feel like talking. If by now you feel like the unluckiest person on earth for bumping into me, please *stepping aside* you should be on your way right now..and so they continued on their loud and ceremonious parade. Though i caught a head making a quick turn at me with a glint of uncertainty in the eyes. And i saw the hand of time clossing down on him. That particular man. Ain't now the best time to get ready for another grin? Probably i should be grinning already. For i know well the definite impact of HIS strike. Everything will be distorted, if not slain.

Kinder Thoughts..Put Out In The Most Proper Words.

Being indicisive and being flexible are two different things. So are being strongwilled and pigheaded. It's all in how you perceive things from where u stand. Try standing on lower ground, you'll blend in better. You will, hopefully, see it's not always all about you. And so it's written.

Beautiful shitty day, or shitty day is beautiful?

It's a good day to rebel, maybe a good day to repent. It's your total call. What matter in the end is where will it take you, what will it make you.

Rebel, hurt as many as you can. Victory is measured by the number of hearts you manage to break. Satisfactory would be of how many prides you manage to stomp. The prize would be the thick robe of fear you'll be wearing around. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?

Repent and give up your precious egos which you have spent half your life building. Let the world look down on you. Bear with the jeering titles that will be escorting you all the way. Don the robe of invisibility that would slowly tint your existence from the universe. Stomp on your own pride, pick it up and hide the sad story in your little pocket. Doesn't sound so fun, does it?

Either one would surely get you somewhere, certainly would make something out of you.

Maybe before choosing which will be the agenda of the day, you would want to consider where will your final step land on. A foot in a mud hole, or a sprained ankle trying to avoid a mud hole.

But who cares, right? like, it's your stinky mess, it's your stinky life

At the end of the day, look at yourself in a mirror. See _____(which) makes you feel like _____(what). Fill in the blanks like a good school kid. If the score makes you happy, do it again tomorrow. If it makes you feel like shit, go kill yourself so you won't be doing it again tomorrow.

Have a good day, end it with a smile, or something that look like a smile *pling*

Mark my words

....bzzzzt...zzzt..zzzt...for those who you love unconditionally, I shall bless them with the same amount of love and care…zzzt…zzzt…bzzzzt…zzzz

Thankful Heart

I see the sky so blue, spotted with cotton-white clouds...like the eyes of him who loves me unconditionally (they might have been brown or green, but my head says they're blue, so blue it is).
I see the hills so green like that of a lush green piece that would carpet a royal home (normally it's red but my head says green would be nice and it's good for the eyes).
And I see the river flowing endlessly, disappearing to the limit of one's eyesight. The shallow ripples over the rocks, the deep stills in dark mysterious green.
Cool air dancing around me, breezing about divine tidings of the havens , in the language that comprehensible only to those who care to listen.
This is no man's land where my grandfathers were privileged to roam and consume on all its goodness.
Though time has lost count of my generations, still the blessings are ours, richly to enjoy.
Just how lucky more can i get? Maybe you'd say not so lucky....sue my ass if I insist to feel like one *pling*

Emotional Reunion

Oh my God, is that him? I paced faster toward a graying-haired man sitting in between two cousins. Still he didn't notice my approach even after I exchanged hi-good-to-see-yous with the two cousins. Probably he was so engaged in watching the band playing, or it was just the aging blunting his alertness to his surrounding, I thought. Took his hand and I kissed it, tears threatened a great downpour. Guess I took him by surprise, he stared at me with startled and confused eyes. As a sign of recognition slowly creeping over his face, he pulled me close and kissed my forehead. I hugged him hard, grateful he remembered, and gave in to the threat, tears rolled down my cheeks.

God, look how well the time's worked on you uncle S. And damn I miss uncle U so much. You remind me so much of him. You remind me so much of my perfect childhood. You and him, and so many others. You, my fathers, spoiled me dearly that it aches each time you come to mind. I have learned well to disengaged myself from so many things in life in the past few years, but I've failed to let you go, fathers. I kept my eyes even more tightly and sobbed harder when i felt a gentle caress on my head. Afraid to meet the gazes that were devouring on the show. Heck, as if I care. Bravely opened my eyes, despite the feeling of being greatly taunted by the crowd. Instead i was met with reassuring smiles of the many i knew from my younger years, and among them I spotted the other fathers approaching, eyes glistened. Man, how much I've grown, how much they've aged...

Gracefull Challenge

I've made a proposal to take group wedding shots. See if the daredevils are up to this one. If they're as crazy as I am, then you should be seeing some interesting pictures on their blogs soon *pling*