Kings, Princes and Peasants

All of us were given different starts in our life. Some born with a silver spoon in their mouths and some were lucky if there were any spoons at all to feed them with. Most of us are somewhere in between. As you walk your different paths, there will always be a time when you have to make decisions that will soon govern how your life turn out to be. I would like to think that those decisions will mould us mortals into these three groups of people. The Kings, The Princes and The Peasants.

The Kings are those who have made it in life.  It doesnt necessarily mean material success. Its not about living the high life, drinking Moet and blowing air kisses. Kings are those who knows that when they look back at the trail they leave behind, a smile escapes their face and their heart fills with contentment knowing that they live their life the best they can. Be it an incredible rags to riches story or an average life story, they know they did their best with that they have.

Princes. Princes are those who aspire to be Kings. They need to win the respect of people around them, prove their worth and show that they are one day capable of being Kings. Making sure that they make the mark in every respect is no easy feat. The pride of every Prince would be his princess. While they may not be in a typical disney fairytale, they are bound to have fairy tale moments because thats what love does to you.  And that love will be tested as both these royalty make their way in life to be King and Queen. The mark of a prince is his character. Steadfast and sure times of difficulty, compassionate and kind in times of need. Along the way, battle scars are inevitable but to come out of your war victorious will definitely deem you worthy of being a King.

Then there are the Peasants. Unambitious, uninspired and their life is surrendered to winds, to be carried away where the wind takes them. These people mostly go unnoticed in life. Life to them is merely something that they just need to go through. day to day living, not looking forward to anything. They trudge through life, hoping in itself life would spring a surprise and make their day. There are some Peasants though who rise above them self and refuse to be accounted among peasants but to be recognized as a prince who would one day be a King. These are gems among the peasants, a determine lot who grabs life by the horn. They will make a very successful King.

No matter where we are currently in our lives, we owe it to ourself and our loved ones to live it the best we can. The life you live now, will be determine the life of your next generation.

surrealism of the afterkind

i’m feeling seperated from conscious reality at the moment. what does that actually means, well i think it means that i’m looking at people and things happening around me from a window view being uninvolved, uninterested, unperturbed and unexcited about the things thats going on. this would probably last for the night for tomorrow i cant afford to be uninvolved for life has called for me to be involved, to feel, to listen, to talk, to do and to fight.

same shit different day

How true. the monotony of my everyday trudge through the corridors of time. the workplace can sometimes be a place of where shit gets recycled in different forms. the receiving end of the shit or the giving end makes very little difference to either party. then you think, “maybe if i jump to another, it’ll be better” . How wrong can one be to think of that. the reality of the matter is that you’ll probably encounter the same shit in different manifestations or different shit in equal effects. the problem therein lies in how do we take all the shit thats smacks into our face. A trying predicament you might think. well it is. everyone handles things differently and to whatever effect your shit handling might work for you, most of us still continue the monotonous trudge down our very little long corridor we call life.

Kicks ass to be a killer now

At the time this post is written, i can imagine myself all geared up to inflict pain beyond the human mind can imagine to certain people that i have come to be in contact with. The sheer thought of them crying in pain and suffering just excites me right now. I may regret the actions later but right now right here, it feels real damn good. I will kill them slowly, keeping them alive for every torture methods that i have up my sleeve. It wouldnt do me justice if they die too easy, they dont deserve it. Hell would sound like paradise when i’m done with them, mutilating their soul to the bare bones and make them regret their own existence in this world. I would probably give them the option to end their own lives themselves after my own session, give them that choice to consider whether their life is still worth living after i’m through with them.

This is the time where i would be proud of my ancestral tradition of head hunting, something that we do not practice now but the thirst for blood i believe is still embedded in our gene map somewhere in our body. the decapitation of the human head souunds ohh soo novel and delightful now. Using the traditional machete to cut off their sorry excuse for a head would do my ancestors proud.

Yes violent would achieve nothing, or not much in the end but it sure does feel good. For now, thats all that matters

Written in jelly…

You know how people use the term that when something is definite or unchangeable, they’ll say written in stone. But opinions and statements or even life is not always like that is it, statements change, people change their minds and contracts. Many things change in life, some within and some out of our control. All we can do is adapt.

Things are not written in stone anymore, they’re written in Jelly. Nice and wobbly hahaha…nice sweet words but in danger of not being fulfilled. Thats how we sometimes are, too many wobbly promises. hmmmmm why do i use jelly as an analogy, i dunno, it seems appropriate for the moment

The Polar Bear And His Unicycle

I think the polar bear is one of the most underrated animals, it is very seldom talked about or documented unlike its more glamourous compatriots in the animal kingdom like the Lion, Tiger and some other boring animals of that sort.

Polars are one of the coolest animals around, pun intended hehehe but also one of the most reclusive, shy ma . But not much is known about this cool bear except that they’re getting extinct because of poaching and their habitat is in danger due to global warming. Silly eskimos need their fur to keep warm and the ice caps are melting.

They should initiate more promotions on polar bears like making more polar bear stuffed toys hehehe, that’ll be a good valentine’s gift. Well lets all hope that polar bears will be here for a very very very long time more for what would this world be without the cool polars.

This entry pointless right, a bit lo….

The Train Tripped Over The Monkey’s Leg

The thoughts that run through your head are random before it it is sift through your conscious minid to evaluate the relevance of that particular thought for that particular moment before it is released into the socialsphere via the tongue which surprisingly is the strongest muscle in your body. I would think that there are millions even gazibillions of random thoughts that run through your head in a day or even in an hour and i can assure you that 70% of those thoughts are not worth entertaining for reasons only you would know.

The tongue is very capable of killing. Not literally but it can kill functional human experiences like friendship, emotions and feelings ( by the way are emotions and feelings the same?). Maybe that is why we have the option of biting it off with our teeth if it goes overboard but we wouldnt do that would we for if we do who is going to do all the talking?

Opening Night

“dance keith dance!!”, i hear them demanding, chanting, waiting with full expectation for my next repertoire. My eyes showered with the blinding spotlight overhead that i can barely see my audience. i feel like slumping down to my knees and just give up, no more of this rubbish, no more. However when the music starts i find my feet tapping and my fingers snapping. A new tune, a new move with some killer grooves. Yeah baby.

How long am i going to continue this act, this life, this contradiction. Only with You can i be me and only with you am i truly free. Yet i yearn for the temporary pleasures that this body seems to crave everyday and dance to the tune of men with such abandon.

As the light dimmed to the next performance, faces slowly formed in front of me. They become increasingly familiar. Where have i see them before, these audience that expects so much of me, that applaud a wonderful performance and booed me when i fail to deliver. As my eyes recovered from the blinding light the cynical truth stared me right in the face. it was an audience i knew too well. There were all faces of me…

Shallowly Fun??

Having succumbed to the blogging phenom a couple years ago, i lacked the consistency and diligence that other very “passionate” bloggers seemed to have. I guess i’m fickle and uncommited. Oh well, done and dusted. Anyways i’ve started another one now which is the one you’re currently readin (if anyone is reading this). A blog dedicated to all things of the fairer sex. No its not about make up and to teach you about being emo. Just observations, meaderings and shallow thoughts on the female species.

Shallow??!! *gasp* . Well this blog may have some substance, maybe some…not much but some. hahaha. All readers are welcomed to give full comments and thoughts about the scribblings (hopefully its consistent) that are posted in here.

Ultimately this is supposed to be a fun blog.

A tribute to chix….well almost =)

Chix. Many say they’re a mystery, an innuendo, hard to understand or just plain difficult. They are, aren’t there. Girls… don’t hurl the tomatoes at me just yet. Let me finish. Even after all that has been said about chix being impossible to comprehend, we the oblivious species of testosterone overdosed men just can’t get enough of you. Once we’ve found the One we *gulp* love, we’ll sail the ocean of fire in a boat made of wax. You ladies have a way with us. You make us zombies and crammed our heads with so much of you that we cant possibly think of anything else.

Your magic can last for six months and some lasts a lifetime. But for whatever duration it is, we men are helpless to resist. You cause us to make silly promises we have trouble keeping and spend the money we should be saving. Some say you’re bloodsuckers, some say you’re worth every penny.

They say there’s a woman behind every great men, but also women are well known to be the downfall of men. Just ask a certain Helen of Troy .LOL

Ok ladies bring on the tomatoes.