In my early days of blogging, I used to be holy-moly on weekends. I still am but I no longer bother to express my feelings anymore.
Want to know why? Because I learnt that most people are holey-moley. (as in have lots of holes and are moles)
No amount of inspirational thoughts I shared can ever change anything. Now, I had learnt not to care two farks. Which is actually an improvement on my part.
I am still me. I am still what I am. Tralalala I only limit myself to give deep thoughts to them when I am right there on the pew. I will plead to God to help them but whether my Big Boss bothers or not, I will not question Him anymore.
For Jesus said,
If the home is deserving, let your peace rest on it; if it is not, let your peace return to you.
Mental note to self : Don’t be so kaypohchee. It’s their lives. Whether they choose to grovel or choose to live, I can only do so much. Peace be with you. And also with me.
* I had written this for a while but never publish it. But why not, right? It is my blog, my thoughts, my life.*
Just found out one farking, double headed snake whom I had helped a lot who not only downright disappointed me, she also had morphed into an even snakier snake. OMFG, she went all sweet and loyal to me once. I was the dumb-ass person who gave her all my support, time, encouragement, motivation and every shit that I had in me just so that she did not fall in depression and all that things that CCB women like her tend to get into. So, she was holding this ‘power’ once and screwed up a certain group of people.
Me, being the nice dumb ass, stood by her.
But luck is on my side. She betrayed me and I drop her like a pile of shit. And she went back to these group of women whom she screwed and went all sweet and nice with them.
*dig throat, I wanna puke!*
“Oh, I missed your blog, you always got new point.” (a comment double headed snake left in someone’s she screwed blog)
Go die la. You can only played me out once and you can go rot in hell for eternity. I never let anyone double play me out. And you think people are so dumb not to see through all your double headed snake cunt? (does this mean cunning? LOL) For fark’s sake, you think you miserable twit got a chance meh? For sparrows remain on the ground and eagles fly.
I can laugh at how you cursed some people, including your own blood ties, as calling them weird and now, wallah, you are all chummy-chum-chum with them.
Remember what I always tell you. It is the person you have to face INSIDE you. Look into your own eyes and see who stares back at you. Are you proud of that person? Can you look at yourself without feeling bad about it?
That’s why I hold on to the reminder that when you are deep in your faith, you tend to lose your friends. For God knows whom are good for you, and whom are bad for you. When you walk deeper into faith, you will start to see all the ugly faces of the double headed snakes surfacing.
And you, in case your (not you, the readers but she) Yingrish is too atrocious to understand what moles are, it means : A spy who works against enemy espionage. It also means a rodent. And an ugly dot that spoils the whole face.
God, saves me from double headed snakes! Anyone dead curious to kaypohchee? Just mail me and I will be pllllleeasssee to give you the clue! But I suppose some of you might have guessed.