Cheaters go to hell :/

One thing I really cannot tolerate in life is infidelity. adultery. cheating. affair.

Now, if you’re into open relationships and sharing those kinda things, you better leave now.

OK, to the rest of you, lying cheating scumbags out there, listen to me. Hey, how you doing? It’s all good, it’s all fine? LIES! I wanna tell y’all something very important: clean your own junks. So frickin gross.

Not only are you people liars, y’all also fucked in the head. My question is, why do you make a commitment if you know you won’t be able to keep it? If you prefer dickS and vaginaS – yes, bitches. I mean plural with a big friggin S – why y’all settle down with only one? Out of obligation? Procrastination purpose? Religion related? Pffft. Gimme a frickin break because my blood sugar be low. *tries to calm mind, body and spirit*

Name me one or two good reasons why infidelities happen in the first place?

Imma try to put myself in y’all stinky ragged shoes:

  1. Emotional crack-headed bitch: OMG, he ain’t want me no more. He been working all day long, he ain’t have time for me anymore. *goes into ugly cry mode*
  2. Overpaid, fat-ass sleazy douche: Damn, she getting thick. I’m a man with needs and functioning eyes, how am I suppose to get it up if she look like Gloria from Madagascar? *rubs self, thinks of the anorexic chick at work*
  3. Ugly-ass douche who thinks he’s a looker: Fml I can’t stand it no more, I’m Don Juan, girls come at a snap of  my fingers. I’m gonna find me some hot chicks I can bang. Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. *thrusts hips into air and grabs crotch*
  4. Gramps: Granny’s gonna be dead soon, I’ll find me a maiden to bear me an heir. *flashbacks to 1769 when he was a playboy*
  5. Cougar slash expiring-soon momma: Oh-la-la! Them young hunks are making my minora labia and majora labia twitching with praises and joy. They get all grey’s anatomy and I do need some grey’s anatomy action in my boring life. *fixes oversized fake boobs and puts on more water-resistant lipstick from Estee Lauder*

What else, that’s all I can think of now, I’ll continue the list later xD

ANYHOO..Excuses, excuses, and excuses. Now I’m not saying that I’m a saint whatsoever. Temptation will always be there, after all we all have physical needs, right? However, it’s a different story when you’re already committed to someone and you break your commitment just so you can get a temporary release.

Keep your pants and panties on! Geez!!

OK I’m done, I need to go back to work xD :p Wipe yo own shit, people! TTYL



Words are cheap, make your life clean

“You are it for me, the one and only for me. My other half.”

“I love you more than anything in this world.”

“I will never stop loving you.”

“I wanna grow old and grey with you.”

So romantic, huh? Who believes all these? Come on, don’t be shy, raise your hand. I see five hands in the air, oh! ten…thirty…fifty! All I can say is, been there, done that uh huh.

Now, who here has been deceived by sweet sugary diabetic words? *raises hand*

Never a dull moment in life. People come and go. Moments passed. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years passed and there’s always something lurking in the corner of the street, waiting to jump at you. Life’s a bitch indeed.

It is true, physical wounds can be healed, but wounds caused by words? Worst case scenario is it’s incurable. Ta-da! How many times in life you have been promised things but ended up with nothing but heartache? It’s so frickin overrated. Mom and Dad made empty promises, friends talked bullshit, BFFs flaked out, and got jilted by lovers. Not a new story.

This post is not meant to offer solutions, words of comfort or whatsoever. This is a bitter truth talk. Focus on doing what you love, what you want to accomplish in life, you are your own pilot, other people are just passersby. After all the lies, you should know better than to lean on other people. No matter how close you are with someone/some people, no matter how much you trust them, NEVER, EVER give away yourself 100%. You gotta reserve some part of yourself for yourself. Ok I’m out. xD buh-bye.


She is now back in the arms of the angel

96 years, 1 month, 15 days. She was here. She existed. She lived.

On one fine day back in August 28, 1919, Emma Augusta was born into this world. I believe the angels cried and bawled their eyes out for they had to send one of their very own down to a place called Earth.

72 years, 21 days later, I was born. It was a wednesday. How did I end up with a good voice? Tale said that night she was coaching a female choir at our church. Go figure! 🙂

When I was a toddler, she was the first person to introduce me to the exciting English language. She was also the first person to read me bedtime stories. Now no wonder I ended up with a head full of imagination.

As I grew older, I did not spend as much time with her as it was before. However, her wisdom, her ideas, her legacy stayed with me up until this very second. You can see her in every little thing I do.

I was pulled down into the rabbit hole when family told me she was hospitalized. For me, She had always be an immortal figure who would always be there. She would never fade away. Truth be told, life was slowly taking her one step at a time away from me. To witness her holding on tightly down to the very last essence of life, was a humbling experience. I remember vividly, in her deathbed, how she sang beautifully songs of praise and submission to the Almighty God. She even carefully planned how her 97th birthday should be celebrated: one white fruity cake and one chocolate cake, slice them into pieces and serve each on a paper plate; Do not cook difficult foods, just easy ones.

Aah, how I miss her . .




On July 13 2016, she was given back her wings and she soared to heaven to be reconciled with the angels. I am pretty sure they threw one heck of a party to welcome her back. As Sarah McLahlan beautifully sung it..

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

Rest in peace my beloved angel: Emma Augusta Soselisa – Matakupan, 08.28.1919 – 07.13.2016.

Life of a good-bad little man

There is something weird in life where two lives collide and create a spark so majestic, it turns the whole world upside down. Shake it right down the core as they say it. I am a good-bad little man, I live, I exist, I believe. This is a story of my goodness, this is a story of my badness, this is a story of my good-bad life, I am a good-bad little man.

I watch this old world gets older, but I am not so sure it gets wiser. Is it the people or the Earth? It is baffling, I am trying to decide which is which. I think people are good actors. People many a times smile, but cry behind closed doors. Other times, they smile, but curse and cuss behind the joker mask. Poker face as the ever-popular female singer called Lady Gaga define it. See, Lady Gaga. It is an oxymoron. A lady is someone with exceptional beauty and grace while a gaga is someone cuckoo and probably has flushed his mind down the toilet. Hi hi hi.

Another example is myself. I am a good-bad little man. Good contradicts bad. Bad does not sit well with good. Maybe that means I am bad but I try to be good? Or the other way around. Nevertheless, I am a good-bad little man.

If you think about it, why do people fall in love? why does a person feel an attraction to another? all jumble up into one big mystery called life. I am a good-bad man, I intend to reveal and dismantle the tale that is as old as time, the mystery of life.

In silence

In a narrow alley way
In the midst of pitch darkness
Dark creatures are hiding behind thinly veiled serenity
Waiting to be found
Swallowing life’s very essence
In silence…
Emptiness, life is full of nothingness
I’m smiling but tearing up inside
Heart and soul
Lust in lost
No way to get lost in lust
In silence…
Both worlds are not enough
I need to a grip on my sanity
Otherwise I would just wither and die
In silence…

Through Parks and Rivers: A Quick Love Story

Lust and Wandering

Let me tell you a story.

It all started with a short walk that turned into a long one, until the kilometers just kept on adding up. By the Pear River he and I walked –

Through the blistering heat of noon,
By the vibrant canvas of sunset,
Shivering a bit from the cold of winter nights,
Basking in the silence of balmy summer dawns.



Somewhere along those kilometers, I chanced upon the glorious sight of his grey eyes, flecked with yellow looking so ardent as he explained the elements of what makes a sunset beautiful (“It’s not the sun per se, but the perfect merging of wispy clouds and fiery lavender skies”) and I knew…

I was forever lost in his depths, like a coin tossed into the murky waters of the Zhu Jiang.



Little did I know, somewhere along the countless backstreets, parks, markets, temples, and…

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