What does it mean to be a man?
To smoke, to drink, to gamble, not think.

What does it mean to be a man?
To argue, to fight, to come home late each night.

What does it mean to be a man?
To play his games, climb the ladder tall, to shift the blame, let others fall.

What does it mean to be a man?
To hunt the girls so all can see, how big a dick he is metaphorically.

What does it mean to be a man?
To love his woman, to work each day, to live his life the best he may.
To put others first, to friends be free, to share his life, giving cheerfully.
To be truthful and honest, to be himself, whether that leads him to poverty or wealth.
To provide his kids, and be there too, to build them up, great deeds they'll do.
To fight for right and peace and truth, to protect the weak, the sad, and uncouth.

I wonder if we know what men are today and what men were designed to be.

It's easier to be the former. It takes a real man to be the latter.

Coz you mean the world to me.

I want I want I want.
Who says I'm not greedy. I want a lot of things. =)

3 weeks will come by quickly, and pass by us even faster.
I guess we just have to enjoy it while it last.

A friend told me today that "Mercy is not getting what we deserve and Grace is getting what we don't deserve".

I like that. =)

Looking for a job can be.. disheartening.

But I have peace. Thank you God =)

The sunshine dimmed today.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

You said you like flowers, maybe you just like weeds.

In everything, my soul will bless the Lord
Through mountain top and valley low
Amidst pure delight and utmost sorrow
My soul will bless the Lord

Though give and take
Though my heart break
Through thick and thin
My soul will bless the Lord

For He is the master of my soul
And only through Him do I know
How to love and love I try
For while I was still in sin, for me He died

He guides my path
And lights the way
Provides me shelter
For each new day

I'll try to follow Him the best I can
At best, I'll fail like normal sinful man
So I give the Lord, all I can afford
So that in everything, I will bless the Lord

My heart knows.

Is trying his best for both our sakes.

Dreamers can always find love, but it is rare that love ever finds dreamers.

Will you leave this duet unfinished? This puzzle incomplete?

I am a penguin. Not a rooster.

It's time to lock that little boy back into his cage again
The boy who grew up playing in drains and on fields
Who ate and laughed and where everything was only 5 minutes away
Who skinned his knees all the time and forgot where he put everything
Who loved without expecting anything in return and was happy to do so
Who always thought and still secretly believes that good would wins over all.

It's time to lock that part of him up and head over again
Where the smiles aren't as sincere
And the only hands held are stiff handshakes
Where the pantry isn't always stacked with food and drink
Where the food isn't homecooked and as satisfying
Where words are calculated and numbers are budgets
Where friendships are not for life and neither are wives
Where the houses aren't as crowded but have lesser memories
Where intelligence and cunning rule over kindness and compassion

I'm sorry you have to be locked up kid, but you can't survive out there.
Maybe one day someone will let you out again.

It's time to grow up again.

I don't want to lose you or that little boy.