I should’ve post this a long time ago. So this is me with 1 month ++ moustache..
At first.. I thought I looked uglier than I was without a moustache.. but after a long stare at both photos.. I think I seriously look better with a mo.. hahaha.. I dunno, what do you guys think? *giggles*
sure I kept my moustache for a month in commemmorading the month of Moustache November or “Movember”, but this is actually bigger than that. It’s a commitment.
You see guys, I got some commitment issues.. with anything that I do or even with someone.. I guess, keeping my moustache for a month is like a challenge for me..
I’m that kinda guy that easily get tired of consistenty and unchangeable-ness *ok that’s gibberish* For my moustache situation.. every 2 weeks or so I would’ve get rid of it.. but Movember kinda gave me the chance to fight my urge to shave my moustache off..
I want to try to commit to it hoping that I would teach myself to become a more commited person than I was before.. In my logic, if keeping a moustache for a month is already hard, try doing something that you have endure for a longer time for example, a job? a relationship? Or even a marriage..alrighty now I’m way out of line *laughs histerically*
first things first though.. keeping my moustache for a month has been check out of my to-do list.. currently my commitment is to work my ass off in completing my final year project, eat a healthy diet and exercise atleast 3 times a week.. and I gotta tell you.. all of them are goddamn hard than keeping a mo on your face *duhhhh*
Stranger oh stranger,
You are such a danger,
Why oh why you ponder,
Such beauty from another gender,
Makes my mind to wonder,
Gestures of the grandeur,
This beating heart grows fonder,
Stranger oh stranger,
Now no need to ponder,
Why you are such a danger.
But where’s ajwad?
Like the sea to the squid,
You give shelter and food,
Like you to this humble kid,
No bad intentions just plain good.
Like my affections towards you,
Unlike solids and gases,
It flows freely and true,
without being motionless and disappear into masses.
Like the cloud and the sun,
You are mold from to become none,
Forms into particles of white matter,
For which you shall become tears that scatter.
Sometimes it can be red,
Sometimes it can be blue,
Chemistry is so wonderful and great,
Just like my feelings towards you.
You give life and important in hygienic reason,
Without hesitation without any season,
Your love for me is like a light in a prison,
It cleans my soul and kills the poison.
Poem by Braderbear
Illustration by Ilif
Eyes set to kill,
Target lock on sight,
One long breath of chill,
Holding the trigger with all might.
One long beautiful arrow on a hand,
One majestic bow on the other,
Legs apart firmly coated with sand,
Mind as clear as the summer weather.
The visible heart is the aim,
No longer the walls of vulnerability holding this fragile body,
How will it fair in this cruel game,
Does it has a happy ending in this story.
Nearer and nearer fate travels,
From the horizon of the unknown,
To the mere definition of point blank,
No escape angle from every plausible angles,
No doubt the fear has grown.
I’m in love.
Poem by BraderBear
Illustration by Ajinda