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Written on: Sunday, December 13, 2009
So I said I wanna be philosophical today.Time: 2:04 AM Kreia asked me why I was so willing to help everyone, and either of my responses (I loaded the level twice) got me this answer: sometimes by helping people you are doing them a disservice in the future. By going through struggles you get stronger, and small struggles are only followed by bigger ones. As Mama said it would be impossible and very unnecessary to dissect every such scenario, dissect it from the micro level, to give you a better picture of how much thought could go into it. To make things easier, I have decided that I'll help when I can, when I need to. Teach a man to fish, and he'll feed himself forever (provided you let him keep the rod, and there's always fish. And that he lives forever), so that's how I'll help people. Don't spoonfeed. Another conversation shed some light on the discomforts of reality. And I believe when there's enough light, you'll find that everyone has something that should have remained hidden, and that it could cause your image of the person to crumble. Because the person himself does not crumble, he has always carried that burden with him. I have always hated such things, and hated these people even more. But then I'd have to hate (almost) everyone, because everyone is covering up some ugly truth. So I've given up hating. I won't be bothered with what I don't need to know, and I will judge people based on my observations. If you're nice to me, then chances are I won't give a shit that you were once some kind of monster. That statement is oversimplified, but I think it suffices. Most importantly, I know what kind of person I want to be. I will be honest to everyone, I will not hide, and I will always do my best to be a good person. I don't want others to have to discover something about me that saddens them, or makes them change their view about me. What you know about me is enough for you to trust me, because I know what it feels like to trust someone or to look up to someone so much (though I'm not implying you should look up to me. Unless its literal, then, uh, you gots no choice) only to have everything forcibly redrawn, leaving me lost in a whole new sea of colours. I want everyone who ever needs to come into contact with me to know that I will be true to you, and that you can trust me. Or you could just leave me alone and I'll be happy playing all my wonderful games (K.O.T.O.R.!!!!!!!!!!!) (and more) (a lot more) (maybe even too many more). The MAI Family Day meeting this afternoon was great. Besides the fact that I was super embarrassed for coming late (I have this problem and it SUCKS) (and thanks a million for waiting for me, Zul. I'm sorry I had to pull you into the late basket hahahha. I owe you a few billion), I enjoyed myself a lot. Firstly Abang Aidel was a superb leader. Cos he knows what's going on, he knows everyone he's working with. He always gets people involved in discussion, and when you work with him you feel important. That's real important cos then everyone is motivated to do better. The other Aidel (hahaha I don't know his full name) was equally impressive. He gave off strong vibes of someone who's very intelligent and sharp, and he makes a good assistant, cos he knows when to call super-decisive actions. Its something to be able to confidently and authoritatively give an order, that makes sense and has the backing of your men. Firoz (correct speeling?) klakar giler ttm, you needa hang out with him if you wanna be put in a good mood real fast. The girls were brilliant, and although I didn't get to talk to them, they came across as very intelligent people. Like hidden intelligence, ask and it'll be revealed, not the showoff kind of intelligent. Please ah, if anyone ever says wah you Raffles confirm smart, shut the hell up and open your eyes a bit. Talk to the people around you and you'll see how smart SO many people are. As a matter of fact, stop saying all these things if you don't like it that Raffles people are always 'the smart ones', the 'ones who'll go places' and whutewwa. The more you say it, the truer it becomes, and the bigger the heads of some of these raffle people. And not to forget, Fauzan, Zul, Haliim and Haris who were there to make things funner. Haliim you're seriously one funny motherfather my brothers cannot tahan sak, they couldn't get enough of you please come back and let us bask in the light of your brilliance. I desperately need to strengthen my shoulders, there's something wrong with my joints and my forearm bones. But if I stare enough at the mirror- no wait - at all the reflective surfaces that suffer my presence, then everything will be alright. The secret to a good body (not implying anything again, but you can assume I am. Confusing?) is all in your head. No stupid long hours of jogging on fking treadmills, no starvation and no complaining. Tell yourself you're good, eat well. Yes, EATING. I've come across lists of PowerFoods. Stuff like that. And these lists get longer and longer and lllllllllllllooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. WHY AH WHY WHY? YOU KNOW WHY? Because God, in His Brilliance, made everything (that is Halal) beneficial for us. If He says you can eat it, then jolly well eat it. Eat everything and eat moderately, stop before you're full, and trust me you'll be healthy fit nice body woohoo power ah. No shit about bad foods, got it? So anyway. Datuk Fawaz Tua Krepot Too Many Years Of Experience hereby orders you to stare at your reflection for extended periods, do some poses, and let this run through your mind: oh my God I'm damn hot. Oh my God look at those- YEAHHH now THAT'S what I call biceps. And my- *flexes harder* - yeahhhhh sexy abssss. Sialah this is too much to handle. But amma handle it anyway cos I'm too hot to handle. Something like that ah, modify to your taste. Its not what I say, but I think its still good and should work. REMEMBER EVERYONE YOU'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL! James Blunt might write a song about you, but I'd rather he run away crying. Maybe take off all his clothes again. He can't get enough of his body too, how cool is that. I'm slightly hungary but I'm gonna sleep anyway. Hello, Don't think too ice Labels: advice, dark vehemency, komentatr, no ligaments, repotr |
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