awareness

Some facts and precautions on the Cunts virus:

• Cunts are pretentious. They call themselves acquaintance but tries hard to make you fall flat.
  
• Cunts steal your limelight just because you are the reason to fame and friends.
• Cunts are prestigious actors. They can make a blur face when the incident gets worst.
• Cunts are ugly. They love the ugly bits about you and they will sure to spread it like it's a sin not to.
• Cunts are terribly annoying to the point that it's useless to even scream at their face.
  
• Cunts have huge ego. They love to think they are like Gandhi, the peace warrior.
• Cunts think they're wise. So wise they could tell the rights from all the wrongs in the world.
• Cunts love your sleazy bad habits because it would make their stories sell up to the market.
  
• Cunts love to make you look bad, because it will make them feel better. Thus, proclaiming themselves the neighborhood hero.
  
• Cunts are filthy people. They get jealous at your achievements and they have the tendency to wanting to destroy your every pieces.
• Cunts have medieval gestures. They go by the motto "I always get my trophy, therefore I am a winner". Sex Pistols didn't get a trophy, but they made history. Cunts will not be able to recognize that. They promote learning malfunction.
  
• Cunts love to leave trails because they need a troupe of followers; so they can always lead.
  

If you happen to see Cunts wandering around, please contaminate yourself. It's virus could either kill, or bring you to living hell. Cunts are indestructable and the cure hasn't yet been found. To be in contact could be fatal. Please don't stay in touch with those affected. :)

daily bits

I can say I'm quite driven today. I shockingly finish my assignment. Not just literally, but I took into account what I actually was writing about. Yes, I read the whole article, even took myself to an imaginary tour to the classical era and embellish my self with those fine lavish evening gowns walking down the aisle, riding the horse-carriage to the opera. I actually did that, all the way until my assignment reached the end. Then I went and have lunch. I skipped breakfast, since I woke up late. Then I thought of calling these two people, yes, the none other bestie and dinasour. But i guessed they wouldn't have gotten up yet. Since I live surrounded by people that live by the rule, "When the sun is right above your head, close your eyes and pretend it's night". Its shocking if either one would wake up so early when they have the whole day unplanned :)
So I dunk my ears in my headphone and listen to all the fast-paced, abrupt tempo changing songs on my playlist. I keep wishing I could play as good at that. Then I got tired of wishing. I got up, plugged in, and I was on my guitar. Only to find out that it badly needs a change of strings. We went along however. I practiced some songs, I listened to songs and tried to follow. Then praise myself just to boose my confidence. Comparing myself between minutes gaps. Trying hard to be better. Then I felt tired. So I took my bath. Then indulge myself in all those oils and lotions and soap. Whatever that sooths. Then, the sun sets and it's night. So now I am, again, writing. Before my eyes fall and it's time for bed and tomorow takes place. (:

serenity

lets step away from this sidewalks and sway.
lets dive down deep in this unknown tales.
lets say our cheers and bury our solemn memories.
lets take the wheel and steer to a series of lost and founds

Because the rainbow's growing pale
and the rain falls as snow.
lets build a shelter where it blooms
where love spreads wild and its enemy extinct.

let the angels overtake.
let the devils vow to conviction.
let the shadow plays ends itself.
let there be no mask just pure hearts.
if there is still bits left of it, let it reborn to serenity.

because nobody refuse yet nobody puts a head up.
because the truth is known but never spoke off.
nobody admits being coward.
but hid beneath their luxury.
because nobody cares and everyone is blind.

lets turn a fresh page on this old-torn book.
let it be another story with a happy ending.
let it be hard to believe, let it be fairy tales.
lets not lost our souls to the those haunting creatures.
lets be the epitome of life in serenity.

i do not know what's on my head while writing. all i know is, the world has to much hatred to handle. let's give it a peace of mind. and now im a social activist. nah, im just saying. lets do more loving and less hating.