This LIFE is semi-retired.

Hi! I'm updating this space to tell you guys that this second, seemingly, kinda, sort of unsuccessful attempt at deeply documenting my thoughts I call a blog will now be semi-retired. Facebook status updates and tweeting are a lot easier these days to blab about things like my views on life, society, and current events. Blogging, however, takes a little bit of thought. Heck, even THIS pinned post takes a while to be typed too.

The NARNIA division, however, I shall try and actively live it up; where I'll say good or crappy things about films, TV series, music, video games, events, or literature I have read... if this lazy-leech thing ever comes off of my brain, that is. 'Till then.


Of a virgin.

Once upon a time, there was a boy. A boy with the purest of heart and mind; undamaged, all cuddly, and still a virgin. Because of his pureness, once he is out from the safest bunker in existence, he cried. Why? Because he's afraid... of breaking promises. Promises he made with Him; a promise that says "I shall forever and always be good as long as I can hold on to this world, and shall always make my environment a better place." The guardians of the bunker, then told this boy "It's gonna be alright. With us on your side, you're going to have a great time here. Stop those tears, please?" 

On the first few moments, the boy didn't buy any of the guardians' guarantee. As a result, the guardians must always please this new guest in order to gain his trust. Should he's famished, he gets his grub. Should he's unkempt, he's all gussied up. Should he want to drop a deuce, that's the worst part. Gradually, the boy stopped crying. Why? A bond was built between them. The guardians were then able to tell him to stop crying. They told him all that he needs to know to survive in his next stage of life. Little by little, the boy adapted... to what was taught by the guardians directly and indirectly courtesy of their acquaintances and mother nature. One thing though; those wealth of wisdom was only a foundation. And everyone knows that something must be built on top of a foundation; for every foundation is a start of great things to come... or worst scenarios to bear with. 

Humans, although considered to be His best work, can also be His worst. A newborn, naive human are prone... to the dangers of the new world; and this boy's challenges are no different. He thought with only fundamentals, he is able to make it through. He was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Humans can be taught, but they are uncontrollable. Because of the humankind's harsh nature, this had left the boy hanging, making him forget his promises. What should he do, even though he knew what he should do? It's a jungle out there. Should he be eaten? Or should he hide? Or should he be one of them.  

Humans. This is what they always be. Always horny when they shouldn't be.

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