Beers and guns

It's no hiding how i spend my time. there are more boys around than girls.
let's put it gals and guys. and what i discover about my friends these days is becoming more and more terrible.
Where is discipline and where the heck are the parents?
okay! maybe my growing up was different, each home and parents are different...


The guys i know right now, they're damn dead drunk before reaching home. and there's no need telling how they're behaving all the way long...
Is there no way in for decency? or fear? or respect?

am glad to say that i've grown up with slaps. oh lots of them. never been such an angel...

it seems to me that the guys and gals are trying to test out every possible way to satisfaction...
but what the hell? in the middle of the street?

I used to joke bout the way people say "it's not even noon and you're drunk"
but now! it's becoming so normal to hear that they're just drunk.
Is it university life or what? i don't know.
always been a home's kid.
my incomprehension!
Always been running around... see how things work. tried to discover the big world with our little feet and opening our eyes wide.
We've been kids with parents who cared.
but is there an age where they don't care? or is there an age where the kids don't care what the parents would say...

I don't think there's any age at which the parents shouldn't be having to teach their kids the right thing to do...

Am still clumsy at writing, so please do bare with me.!

People of all faith

Where am i standing in this world,
I watch people do their play,
Of hate and love,
Of being nice and fair,
I came to know my place,
I am back there,
where the race started,
I can see all the faces,
Old and new,
Grown and gone,
But still they revolve around one existing point,
The stormy lives they lead to catch one breath,
To try to find the one secret corner in their being,
So that they could cherish it forever,
They are people of all faith,
Defining and redefining love.

Flowers

Sure life ain't just hearts and flowers... but you can't help trying... Try try try until you die.

I have my gerbera outside. ain't totally white, it's a bit of a greenish.
then i have a green glaieul too outside, it got stained because of heavy rains. pushing the curtains, i try to watch my jasmines, they're good but you kinda have to try hard to know how good it smells.
funny rain! summer rains!
can't hate them either...

oh.. little word by world.
was reading yesterday's news... i never do that. but oye! where are we headed?
they opened out a woman's womb to see the baby? i know. hard words. but it's exactly what the criminals said.

let me stay with the flowers.


oh this pink little sweetheart! they fade in a day