Jan.-Im a slut
Feb.-Im 2 Cute!
Mar.-I WANNA FUCK!
Apr.-Im so DAMN SEXXY!!!
May-Im not a virgin…
Jun.-Im so fucking FINE!!
Jul.- damn im sexy!
Aug.-im so Black!!!
Sept.-i am the sex
Oct.-Shut up and kiss me!
Nov.- Im a PIMP
Dec.-Im a king/queen
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. -- Joyce Kilmer.
It’s been a long year. The only thing is constant in this world is change. That is why, people - - even if we might not be able to realise it - - come and go. I’ve met a lot of buddies round here and there and everywhere. We might have questions (in life) why "this-that" had happened. We even sued others and even our Almighty Father because of the consequences we didn’t expect to happen (those we don’t want to happen). But life is too short. There’s no use of crying over spilled milk. As they say, when the milk has been spilled, it is wasted and cannot be used. There’s no reason to keep on complaining over the loss. Crying over spilt milk is no use because the thing is already lost. We can’t change the past. Everything happens for a reason. We should not be blinded that everything, and I mean everything happens for a reason.
Since this is my year-end blogpost. I wanted to share to everybody my favorite poem. The title is Desiderata, (familiar? it’s my nick pala heheheh). May the poem Desiderata be an instrument as you live your life peacefully.
Desiderata
– written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s —
Not "Found in Old St. Paul’s Church"! — see below
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
And of course i want you to know more about me. . . . Since you just got here. I want you to read this
I’m an angel, I’m a devil
I am sometimes in between
I’m as bad as it can get
And good as it can be
Sometimes I’m a million colours
Sometimes I’m black and white
I am all extremes
Try to figure me out you never can
There’s so many things I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
and powerful and
Unstoppable
Sometimes I’m miserable
Sometimes I’m pitiful
But that’s so typical of all the things I am
I’m someone filled with self-belief
I’m haunted by self-doubt
I’ve got all the answers
I’ve got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I’m up and I am down
But that’s part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all the things I am
I’m a million contradictions
Sometimes I make no sense
Sometimes I’m perfect
Sometimes I’m a mess
Sometimes I’m not sure who I am
