The Lucky October

//October 02, 2010//

I’ve been miscalculated a lot of things. I thought September was nice and peaceful. The truth is September was dark and tough. So, here is the sister October. I’ve always got a good feeling on this month. October always a powerful month and a lucky charm for me. October is a month of change, a month to start something new.

I have enough exhaling and I want to start this month with a smile. Like Clarita always sings, as long as I have sun above my head a nice air surround myself, then it is enough.

Hell yeah, October! You’re up next to beat up :D

 

Karaoke Box

//September 30 2010//

On a very obvious reason, people really like to go to karaoke box. On some occasion, some just put a speaker and a nice white screen, and we’re off to some rhymes. Untitled songs and countless screams. The playlist was patriotic. Included the best song ever made to earth, Backstreet Boys and Oasis. Aerosmith and My Chemical Romance. We’ve never mind some off tunes and improvised screams.

At first, I hate all that drama, never wanting to involve on some excessive depression. Then, with some nice people and a nice playlist, you’ve been pulled easily to love it. I joined the screams and grove to some crappy lyrics. But the truth is I’ve never been to karaoke box. And I’ve never touched the microphones.

Definer

//September 30, 2010//

You’re defining things with status or some web link. You’re defining things with your high education and your edgy brain. Maybe you dream up to be sociologist, but obviously you don’t. Then you define things, so people can click the Like button and give you countless thumbs. Defining is Miriam Webster’s editor privilege, but I don’t mind if you want to make any other dictionary. Meaning that I’ll be hearing from you sooner, and I will be grateful to know you.

Once again, you’re bragging your beautiful life, I’m okay with that and people still jealous of your sweet commitment. You’re just another center of attention, and attention is like supplement boost to your little beautiful life. I don’t hate you or being simply jealous, because I’d like to be in the corner where spotlight should come shinned you up. You’re smart, having all good things on your life, and hell yeah to that. Live your life gorgeously sweetheart, and yes I’m over to know things about you.

Being Genius

//September 30, 2010//

I don’t like smart words, they looks cool and intelligent. But they’re not being humble. They’re making some inner circle where actually they don’t want anyone befriended with them. They just like to impress people and gather praises. Well, you’re just acting usual, because everybody else does. You’re not the only one who’s special.