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*

Happily Married To...

Be faithful to your belief; never abandon the tie you've made with it, even though at times you're forced to part ways because of some unavoidable circumstances. Always come back to your belief from your eventful astray. Know this, once you betray the belief you marry, it'll abandon you to thousands of false beliefs; for having to hold on to so many beliefs is like breathing indecisively like a man dying from over-exposure to poisonous gas, or like someone's having asthma and doesn't know where the hell did he place his medicine...heck, something like that. Be happily married to your belief.

Too Cool To Be Amused

Fun people laugh at good jokes, acknowledge them appreciatively. Egoists take jokes as attempts to bring down their cool and wise reputation. So next time when you get shot back with swears and curses for an old good joke, don't take it hard. Just do the friendly back-patting and say 'I got you big time pal hohoho!' see how they stay cool with that.