That sick-o kicked me at the nuts.

There are times when I can’t put words to my emotions. Not because I have a small range of vocabulary, but because words aren’t enough to sustain the outbursts I get. Yes, I guess the past few words are clicihé. But have you felt something so bizarre? Well, I have. There are times when, I admit, I want to burn houses down. Or shoot a random stranger, preferrably an innocent. But I am as much a person as you are. I have felt what they call love through movies, music, books or a kiss. Watching 127 hours, Into the Wild, Fight Club, Donnie Darko and Youth in Revolt. Reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Listening to Wiz Khalifa’s Young, Wild and Free. The first time I kissed a girl. Those are the earthly things that makes me feel out of this world. I sure haven’t seen how the sun rises or sets at the Caribbean but a thousand times that and that probably sums up all these feeling I’ve been trying to explain. I just don’t understand.

Sometimes, I want to ask my mother if I am his legit son. Or just my father’s bastard. Or just someone from somewhere. I can’t help but notice his obvious and frequent appraisal for my younger and older brother, while I am, without doubt, the better man among us three. It leaves me thinking every time why she treats me with such hate, a thing she never does to my other siblings. It’s like she gets PMS on occasions, that happens not to them. This query is supported by the fact that I have a handsome cleft chin which, according to genetics, is a dominant trait. That means, it is impossible to have one if neither of the parents have one. My parents don’t.

But other than that, I have her ‘skinniness’ and her relatively dark skin.

stultifyandstupefy:

derpes:

And God said unto Abraham, “Abraham.”

And Abraham replied, “What.”

God said to John, “Come forth and receive eternal life.” But John came fifth and won a toaster.

My father is in the military and if only both of us could keep a serious English conversation, it MUST go like this

Father: I have an army.
Me: We have the Hulk.

How epic would that be! If only my father knows how to use the privilege of being in the military to have awesome-Avenger-related-conversations with his son, then probably earth will be a much better place.

I have always dreamt going into politics. Most people who like politics, when asked, would usually answer, “I like to serve people.” I am the exact opposite. Because to be honest, I like being served. And that’s how it really works when you’re in politics. You get served. When you’re in politics, all you have to do is wave and smile in front of the camera. You’re selling your face just like a celebrity. Well, of course, not if you want to become a good politician. Because if you do, you’ve got a lot of working to do. Life won’t be easy. The world will conspire to defeat you. Kill you, even. You’ll have archenemies that will give you enough beating. Of course, I speak now as no expert. I don’t have even the slighest experience of politics. (Not if you consider being the class PRO as politics) But I’m not blind. It’s too easy to see with all these media. I hope to be a politician a couple of years from now. One thing’s for sure, I’m a good liar. And I can’t keep promises.