Exploding Time

OMG !!! Haven't touched my blog in ages. But still I ain't got much to say this time either..... just dropping by to say:

RUSSIAN LANGUAGE IS VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY HARD !!!!!
MY HEAD WILL DEFINITELY EXPLODE IF I HAVE TO LEARN
YET ANOTHER RUSSIAN GRAMMAR-
THEIR RULES AND REGULATION !!!
ARGHHHH !!!!
AIDEZ-MOI MON DIEU !!!!!

P.S. Don't get me wrong..... I love the language and all - crazy about it even.....but it's just too overwhelming for my infinitesimally tiny and puny little mind.... :( how sad....but that doesn't mean that I should stop trying.... after all....

NO LANGUAGE IS TO BE MASTERED WITHIN A DAY'S TIME...
NOT EVEN BY THE SMARTEST OF PEOPLE....
FOR LIKE ART...
A LANGUAGE TAKES TIME TO BEFRIEND WITH....
FOR LIKE GREAT NATIONS....
A LANGUAGE REQUIRES GREAT EFFORT TO EXIST.....
SO...
NEVER GIVE UP IN LEARNING NEW LANGUAGES
WHATEVER LANGUAGES THEY MIGHT BE.....

GOOD LUCK TO MYSELF AND OTHERS JUST LIKE ME !!!
- OVER AND OUT -

AT TIMES IN OUR DULL LIFE

WE COULDN'T HELP BUT TO FEEL LEFT OUT

IS IT JUST US ?

OR HAS THE WORLD DECIDED TO TURN ITS BACK ON US ?

LEAVING US COMPLETELY LOST

BLIND

ALONE

AND

UNWANTED

IN THE PLACE WE CALL HOME


WELL

IF ANY OF US EVER FEEL LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN

DON'T IGNORE IT

DON'T CAST IT ASIDE

NOT WANTING ANY PART OF IT IN OUR LIFE

WOULD ONLY MAKE IT WORSE


INSTEAD

WE SHOULD EMBRACE IT

ACCEPT IT THE WAY IT IS

AND

WITH THAT
ONLY
WE LEARN HOW TO ACCEPT OURSELVES

WARTS AND ALL

They Knew

Streaks of light forced themselves into the grand foyer,

Through a narrow aperture of the gloomy mansion,

Children were running around with gusto,

As the kaleidoscopic beam of the sun expose their bare heads,

The lifeless medium that contained their souls,

The sheets of white they have donned,

The golden ribbon strapped to their bony, fragile arms,

The smiles that they have staged.

In our eyes,

Oblivious to the real world,

They kept on playing,

Contented in their made up realms,

The festivities continued,

Hope and despair have had us blinded,

Covering the stream of tears;

Rolling down their masks of joy,

Obscuring their fairly vague cries of pain.

Oh,

How convincing they were,

How we were fooled by their;

Masks of naivety,

Oh,

How we had hoped,

For them,

For us.

But deep inside, they knew,

Since long before we did,

That the candle that had been for eternity,

Fueling their hearts,

Shall one day burn out,

And,

Exhaust the violated cavities of their holy chapels,

Leading them astray,

Away from their future and away from their loved ones,

Towards the end of the illuminated tunnel,

Closer to their eternal abode,

Nearing the Almighty.

They knew, but they've never given up hope. They kept on fighting no matter how much it hurts. They kept on struggling in spite of the grief. They kept on living every moment of their lives to the fullest despite knowing what the future might bring.

Why shouldn't we do the same?

If not in millions
Shall they try to weaken
Our spirit
Our confidence
Our faith
There surely will be at the very least
A single being
On the surface of the Earth
Who shall deny us of our dreams
and our rights
A single creature
Who shall doubt our heart's
One true desire
and
Defy our will and hope
And
A single person
Who shall question
Our very existence
So
Don't ever give up
Buck up
Fight back
Win the battle
And
Conquer ourselves !!

HATE IT
WHEN PEOPLE HAS
SUCH DOUBTS
ABOUT ME !

ATTENTION !!!

YEAH !
I'm finally writing a NOVEL !!!
It's gonna be called :
THE FORBIDDEN LOVE OF A BIGAMIST.
How cool is that ?!
Pretty cool isn't it?
How many 18 year old dude
do you know who's got a novel of is own ?!
My guess...NONE !
HURRAH !
Once again ! I've got something to
get all worked up about.

But ever so sadly, that was just part of a dream I had late this evening while catching some Z's on the itchy carpet of the living room after a long day of pure nothingness. NOTHING ! NIL ! ZILCH !

"OMG ! What the heck are you doing with your life ? "

Those were the exact words that popped out into my mind as I relentlessly tried to lullaby myself into heavenly slumber. Which, to be honest, didn't work even for a split second due to my not so angelic voice and not forgetting the flee inviting piece of rag I was on. And please ! Don't you give me that look ! I know what you are thinking right now : Why bother singing yourself to sleep if you know you'll only croak like a toad ?! Yup! I know exactly what you're thinking. YES YOU. You hoochie, tone deaf, trash eating, manure friendly, ugly, slimy little twerp of a rat! Well Mister Simon Cowell wannabe....not everyone can be Mylie Cyrus ! *shocked face*

I'm being sarcastic of course ! Even, Germy, my rat friend over here can sing better than she could ever be able to in her entire life-which is NEVER to be perfectly exact and precise. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm jealous because she managed to burst into super stardom at a very tender age or the fact that she's filthy rich, but it's just because I find her terribly annoying with her idiotically squeaky, GEDIK and bitchy voice, her self-proclaimed "TALENT" - which again, is totally over-rated and fake, and don't get me started on her tramp-like sense of fashion - HORRIBLE MUCH. [No offense girl. I'm not trying to sabotage your career or anything. It's just the way I see you as a person. That's all.]

Anyhow, no matter how much I abhor Miley Cyrus, the actual point of this post is not to ditch or bitch about her but instead to .... ??? honestly....even I myself have not a single idea as to why I even bother creating this post. Must have been the blasted brain-scorching weather of the city and the boredom-stricken atmosphere of my dilapidated abode. I often wonder whether or not it is normal for an SPM resultee [that's my own word for people who've just obtained their results] like myself to be lazing and idling around the house with no purpose what-so-ever in life. So ? Is it normal or is it just me ? Hmmm..... EPIC BAFFLEMENT!

HOPE

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops - at all
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm

- Emily Dickinson -