The Case with Women

I know by right this should not be subjected for others to ridicule, but it is too much for any sane person to keep.

Apparently the idea attained by Facebook users in showing the public 'female power' is by doing this. It is done in supporting Breast Cancer Awareness. The relevance to it is quite of a perplex idea for me to grasp.

The idea is, girls are invited in conducting this massive idiocracy to confuse men. I do hope they are not serious in this business because men would not be near the applause machine, instead they might laugh their arse off for the women's shallow thoughts.

To show support for BCA would be more than attempts to look cool and 'confuse' men, and be on the telly for it.

Posting random colours indicating your bra and random fruits to mark your status will be, in no way relevant to others' fight against Breast Cancer.

Hence, feminists should re-think on their whole purpose of being idiots. Pankhurst and de Beauvoir did not fight for this.

Can(not) Die

If you could peek inside my rash covered skin, you'd realized how the disappointment creeps in it. Especially when your mate would go on about how their part was an awesome lot.

Believing a good week would come after a horrendous one was a perfect mistake.



At the very least I could still go home to my chair, my drinks, and my eyes.

À Bout de Souffle

I may not be an avid film person, but I do know how to appreciate few good ones.

It may be accurate to admit that I have only watched close to 30 films in my life as a soon-to-be 20 year old. Truth to be told, I hate watching films, especially those of current era. It is all of the same shared roots, and the result is nothing but a thought to be dispense with upon leaving your seat. Or at least that is of my routine.

In spite of the obsession of showing my utter disgust on films, I do enjoy old films. May it be English, French, or any other foreign languages, they are quite an intriguing 60 plus minutes of sheer incomprehension. Only because of the difference of cultures prescribed in each films.

Nonetheless, I do cherish the hours spent watching the ones that captivated my attention. So thank you the people who may not be in current existence for giving me the pleasure of bewilderment under your spells.

And thank you mistakes as to introduce me to the films. You may be a bitch in life, but you helped me in finding random stuff.

We've all gone mad

I will never understand the world's idea in gathering few fancy looking boys and make them sing lines of nonsensical shits. It might have worked a decade ago, but now, people, well people still love those.

There are so many bad lines in songs these days. Yet, nobody bothers in making it stop.

Terrible.

BB

I'll erase my feelings if you trace back your words.
Lose them while you spoil my beings.
Fuck my smiles and abandon my thoughts on you.
Until then, don't use your lies against me.


You little scum. Lying through your teeth. Proving how hard you are as a horrid girl. Not even a lady. Black soul and empty hard. You mock my ties with God, and I'll show you God.

All the cusses mean nothing. Bitch.