Lies—fake and funny

It must be contradicting if I say that to myself. Yes, I hate lies! 

Especially people knew what they did but they do not have to courage to admit it! 

I am saying about the new roommate who just moved near my room and lied that she did not wash her hair yesterday and so those hairs that occur on the bath tube aren’t belonged to hers.

That is the biggest lie I ever heard of, okay? 

I knew my hair much than you do! I don’t always have my hair dropping to the bath tube though they are growing healthily and longer than before. 

And you, telling lies to the landlord outside of my room ! Are you an idiots? I really want to let out scream and shout right now.

 

Roaring Laughter

What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?

      The last thing that gave me the real hearty belly laugh is  the last stay at my country with my family in a fast food restaurant where I lined up and saw the child that stood in front of me is annoyed by a large flying grey mosquito. And so, I tried to help him by slapping the giant fat blood-sucker. I hate mosquito for my whole life! The worst they did to me is they like me a lot but not my sweets-holic sister! I cannot sleep at night if I don’t kill them !

          Then I raised my right arm and hand and aimed at the mosquito which just flied behind the yellow menu board! I gritted my teeth but only have to give up on the mission. When I looked at the boy again, I saw that his great big pair of eyes frowned , and he slightly moved a little with his tiny body toward the large menu board and also the woman that lined up with him seem little but shocked for unknown reasons. 

      After ordering the meals , I walked back to the table where my family are waiting for me with hands of their meals–especially my brother, who gave me a mysterious smile that is a very bad signal to me. And so are  my mom and my sister. 

     My mom smiled and started the talk, “Hey , what are you doing to the boy?” Signal one comes up and excited my mind like an electronic flow. Due to the fact that My mom does not smile a lot and mostly she scared a lot of people with her angry face. My brother smiled wickedly again to my sister and then to me. ” Did you see that his mom and the boy look very frightened when you do something that is like going to slap him?”she adds, “Wait —I was just trying to help him to slap that mosquito–“I explained. “Oh really?” my siblings both curiously turned their head to me at the same time. And then we all went into silence after we clear all the misunderstanding in a minute. All of the sudden, we burst into tearful laughing when we all remembered how that boy looking sad to me while I raised my hand up , and his mom also looks very afraid of me too for the same reason. 

       

      

      

Why are you the biggest enemy to yourself?

To be honest , my mind is always popping something I don’t wanna admit but they are truly existed.

the funny thing is I can’t resist them. Not that I am born in this way but I strongly believe in that the books I read years ago–those fantasy became toxic and damaging in my reality.

I became aware of them , too much with  all of my attentions. And I became afraid of them when I think of them . But I forgot that I am also a normal person, who has needs, whether they are lousy or not.Just like having meals three times per day. But I really hate that side of myself, it surely makes me weak and anything I felt is that I am being betrayed by myself.

Isn’t that funny to hear that? I start to realize the meaning of “the biggest enemy is me ”  that quote. When I don’t want to sleep, my dizzy head put me to sleep; when I don’t want to be angry or crying, my eyes keep dripping drops of tears and my fists balled tightly while I looked right up to the sky and faked a smile.

There’s nothing to blame on other people but myself. Sometimes I do want to be a better person, but my mind and my body are telling me another side of how bad those people treat me that way, how worst this decision you made. But once as if I follow what my mind tell me to do, I do feel great and all the pressure that dragged me not to sleep instantly go away in a second.

However the consequences are huge. For instance I deleted someone on FB,and I do feel good after not being his friend. Yet he never want to be my friend again after a year until now even I always see him at school. And the worst is that he is experienced with the schools and he also friends with the same people I am hanging out in the weekend. That is why I am afraid of my voice in my mind though I knew you do the right thing, it doesn’t mean you are fully right about the situations .

 

Announcement of the Participation In The Daily Post

Title: I’m Posting every day in 2014!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a day / once a week for all of 2014.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,

NukeGreen

Writing for purpose?

I don’t usually write for a certain purpose but most of the time for fun. Not because I am very boring by staying at home in the weekend but I just think that nothing is ever funnier than writing if you are staying at home with a cup of hot coffee/iced mango shake.  I don’t wish that  I could write something that is impressive or sending powerful message to people but a normal , simple and warming article that makes me laugh everyday when I review them again.