Some people portray themselves with such impeccable finesse, but when they’re behind the limelight, their sin flows down their legs like as if they’re menstruating.
Some ppl glue themselves in front of the TV and expect changes to happen to their own lives and the nation’s as well as they quietly steer the country hallucinating as self appointed mp whilst sitting on that couch listening to their coffee.
This world needed two sets of rules to regulate. One, for men to abide with and the other, for the place or the environment men lives in. Because men stupendously destroys his own environment and everything within his reach, then, men destroys himself.
Men, must in other words be controlled, before they become uncontrollable. Ever wonder how men left behind massive monuments like the Pyramids of Giza or the Great Wall of China without people in it?
Likewise, for great men that they revere to, they encast their achievements on stone steles or encase them inside catacombs, thus making relics out of them, after they expired. As for the insignificant rest, to dust they all head to.
Thus, when we encounter a well regulated country with everything running smoothly and efficiently, we all know that the two sets of rules are constantly in motion and cogged, with the strictest of enforcement. If not, men would have run it down, like how they ran everything down, and in the end, gave us lost civilizations.”
– Kris Lee 2019.
The correct way to celebrate women is to allow them total freedom not to be like us. And crucify those who curls you up with their pinky. Men loves femininity. Not sexists.
Tok Tiok Tharng
“When one loses at the gambling table, one can either swiftly stand up and leave quietly or stay to sharpen one’s skill by deepening one’s anguish. One has no right to accuse the croupier or worse, corrupt the entire deck that has already been distributed. That is the trait of a loser everyone abhors.
In this scenario, the loser in his endeavor to stay relevant turns crafty thus he devices a ton-tin scheme where unbeknownst to the stakehouse, he manipulates the game by convincing all the naive gamblers to be his cohort because when no one wants to lose, everyone is kept on their toes, thus, he himself is kept safe.’
One little disagreement, thousands of opinions. If this world doesn’t end soon, then, we must all have been doped by a flurry of dictators whom are terribly brilliant at bending our minds with their tongues.
Sports is a better denominator for world peace. It speaks a common lingo the whole world understands. And sportsmanship rules are abided by every participant. Those who breaks it gets penalized beit banned, disqualified or having their titles stripped off in disgrace. No need for weapons.
Those in business also knows that most deals got done on the golf courses than in the boardroom.
Thus from where we came from, in our own country, some arseholes need to learn that centuries old disputes could be settled backdoor because of friendship inculcated through sports. Instead of using it to create more tension.
Perhaps some arseholes should learn how not to get emotional and mind other people’s business, when our own train has jumped track eversince.
Many moons ago, we woke up to clear skies and the sound of birds chirping. Nowadays we wake up to hazy skies and the birds no longer chirp. Too busy shading their nostrils with their wings I guess.
When we were younger, we used to gaze at the clouds and imagine the objects that could be made out from its formation. We used to ogle at the moon too. To watch the rabbit etched on it’s surface.Those were fascinating times indeed.