I killed another man today,
Shot him in his back as he ran away,
Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade,
Cut his wife’s throat as she put her hands to pray.
Worrying is like sitting on a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it gets you no where.
I don’t regret it..
You should never regret something that made you smile..
No one to blame but yourself.
No one to hate but yourself.
You brought this all upon yourself.
Fuck you. You fucked up.
You were actually happy.
You had that one person who loved you with all her heart.
But you fucked up. You took her for granted, you were too comfortable, you didn’t keep her happy.
You dropped the ball. You dropped it way too many times mate. So I hope you’re happy with yourself, you fucking imbecile. By the time you realize that you made a huge mistake, it’s already too late.
So, fuck you Jacky. Hope you learn to grow the fuck up. Fuck you..
especially for that certain person who knows you more than you know yourself..
I’m sorry. Never doubt yourself. You’re beautiful. I love you. Good luck.
A good friend of mine held a small gathering and BBQ to celebrate his 18th birthday, the attendance wasn’t as much as I expected nor the atmosphere I expected at the time I arrived. But as the night continued, I started to realise some things.. the little things..
These little things and actions actually made my night without me realising until now. I don’t even remember the last time I clanked my Corona bottle with some close friends and saying the word: “Cheers”. It instantly gave me flashbacks of the good, old drinking days when everyone was young, stupid, close as blood brothers and didn’t have a single worry.
Even though it was dark and everyone was being mauled by mosquitos at the BBQ, I loved the fact that the reunited group of brothers enjoyed each other’s company, catching up, having a couple of beers together,kicking back, laughing and cracking jokes. Just those simple, little things made the night a memorable one. Unfortunately, cases of events have occurred in the past which has formed separation, tension and lack of trust in the brotherhood. But last night, it seemed like everyone just left it all behind and chilled like back in the old days.
I honestly, can’t remember the last time the boys properly sat down, enjoyed each others presence and celebrated like last night. Sadly, I know another night like this would be extremely hard to come by again or be as common as it used to. But I just find it amazing how such small things that occurred actually made my night and remind me of the carefree, young days that we all miss and love.
But sadly, I personally know that, no matter how hard and how long we want to try, we won’t be able to relive those old days and maintain the same relationship we used to have. An important lesson I learnt from last night is that we should all just stop and learn to appreciate the little things..
Why, thank you. I do try hard to keep my slender figure.
I’ve got a family member that is extremely addicted to gambling. I’ve tried everything I can, to help stop.. it even came down to arguing and physical violence. He works extremely hard, earning the well deserved money. But at the end of it, the week’s worth of hard earned pay are fed to machines and swapped into chips. This is when they end up borrowing money and constantly drown themselves in debt. Gambling is a fucked up addiction. I’ve witnessed many families torn apart from an addiction like this. Including mine..