Saturday, December 24, 2005
Nobody owes me a living, and nobody ever owes me anything(exception being those who owes me money, yes I expect the money to be returned somewhere in this lifetime).
Its quite often that you'll meet people, frens who sometimes go about life complaining about how they have been shortchanged, how the world has been terribly unfair to them. And sometimes by their own wallowing, expects to be treated with exception and that the normal rules of engagement do not apply to them. Wrong!
There's a fren that I have got to know recently, and I must say I'm very impressed by his maturity and his spirit. His name is Derek. Life haven exactly been kind to him since childhood since he was born special or rather quite differently from most people, he had 'gifts'. His childhood memories were of one battering to another. Instead of withdrawing into a shell and curse the world for his misfortune, as do some cancer patients berating at God and asking why me. It made him dig deep. Deep inside himself to find the strength and resolve to come out tops. He holds on to the bad memories dearly as if to serve as a reminder to continually strive to become better.
My advice to all who feel aggrieved or going through bad patches. Tough luck, get over it. Nobody owes you a living, Nobody owes you anything, if things do not turn out the way you hope, blame nobody. Its not God's fault that he does not beam upon you his blessings, lightning bolts maybe, blessings I have my doubts. Its not the competition's fault that they are better than you, everybody wants to win. This is life, live with it. If your life have been in the troughs all the while, I'm not going to tell you it'll get better, because I do not know if it turns up or down from here. I'm not God, and I think God probably don't care about a tiny insignificant pipsqueak like you. I won't encourage wallowing in the marsh of all encompassing self pitiness, its pathetic. Yeah go ahead complain to anyone and everyone who would listen about how pathetic your life have been, its only going to reinforcetheir original belief that you are a worthless spineless bag of mucus and treat you with further disdain. Neither am I the optimist who will encourage you to look on the bright side especially when it isn't all that bright. Like comparing how fortunate you are to the leper whoose family jewels just got physically detached from his torso, or the starving negros in godknowswhere africa, or Quasimodo. Shining happy people holding hands only serves to reinforce their complacencies.
Dig deep, and resolve to make yourself better. Not to get back at all who had done you wrong, or had laughed at you when you're down, but because its the only thing to do. Life's too short to be consumed by hatred, spite and revenge. Accept without being resigned. Fight without being vengeful. Shit happens, like it or not you have to live with it, its how you deal with it that defines you.
All being said and done, I'll still extend a warm invitation to all who still needs some time to distance their nostrils from the putrid air of shit. Just ask me out for a drink, preferably if you'll pay for it. Yeah go ahead and complain to me, I'll look like I'm listening to you, but I'm actually gawking at the skimpily dressed babe at the corner of the room, and you'll be none the wiser because all you ever care about is you, yourself and your own problems, but I'll garantee you that you'll feel much better for the few hours at least. All after effects from hangover are not directly attributable to me, and thank the stars I don't need to be there beside you handing out the hot towels. Merry Christmas.
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Its quite often that you'll meet people, frens who sometimes go about life complaining about how they have been shortchanged, how the world has been terribly unfair to them. And sometimes by their own wallowing, expects to be treated with exception and that the normal rules of engagement do not apply to them. Wrong!
There's a fren that I have got to know recently, and I must say I'm very impressed by his maturity and his spirit. His name is Derek. Life haven exactly been kind to him since childhood since he was born special or rather quite differently from most people, he had 'gifts'. His childhood memories were of one battering to another. Instead of withdrawing into a shell and curse the world for his misfortune, as do some cancer patients berating at God and asking why me. It made him dig deep. Deep inside himself to find the strength and resolve to come out tops. He holds on to the bad memories dearly as if to serve as a reminder to continually strive to become better.
My advice to all who feel aggrieved or going through bad patches. Tough luck, get over it. Nobody owes you a living, Nobody owes you anything, if things do not turn out the way you hope, blame nobody. Its not God's fault that he does not beam upon you his blessings, lightning bolts maybe, blessings I have my doubts. Its not the competition's fault that they are better than you, everybody wants to win. This is life, live with it. If your life have been in the troughs all the while, I'm not going to tell you it'll get better, because I do not know if it turns up or down from here. I'm not God, and I think God probably don't care about a tiny insignificant pipsqueak like you. I won't encourage wallowing in the marsh of all encompassing self pitiness, its pathetic. Yeah go ahead complain to anyone and everyone who would listen about how pathetic your life have been, its only going to reinforcetheir original belief that you are a worthless spineless bag of mucus and treat you with further disdain. Neither am I the optimist who will encourage you to look on the bright side especially when it isn't all that bright. Like comparing how fortunate you are to the leper whoose family jewels just got physically detached from his torso, or the starving negros in godknowswhere africa, or Quasimodo. Shining happy people holding hands only serves to reinforce their complacencies.
Dig deep, and resolve to make yourself better. Not to get back at all who had done you wrong, or had laughed at you when you're down, but because its the only thing to do. Life's too short to be consumed by hatred, spite and revenge. Accept without being resigned. Fight without being vengeful. Shit happens, like it or not you have to live with it, its how you deal with it that defines you.
All being said and done, I'll still extend a warm invitation to all who still needs some time to distance their nostrils from the putrid air of shit. Just ask me out for a drink, preferably if you'll pay for it. Yeah go ahead and complain to me, I'll look like I'm listening to you, but I'm actually gawking at the skimpily dressed babe at the corner of the room, and you'll be none the wiser because all you ever care about is you, yourself and your own problems, but I'll garantee you that you'll feel much better for the few hours at least. All after effects from hangover are not directly attributable to me, and thank the stars I don't need to be there beside you handing out the hot towels. Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
To all my frens who have to put up with my ranting and ravings this week passed about how perfect this woman is, live with it, its here to stay. And no, its not her fault she's anatomically flawless, neither is the fact that while she's quirky, it's just reflections in the mirror for me, and we all know how much I love myself. While all former gfs had some redeeming qualities which I'll consistently use as mitigating factor whenever I consider breakup, she seems perfect in every way to me. In fact, she seems a little too perfect, almost sacred. It is in fact all together a rather frightening experience for me, I'm usually too picky, and harp on defects about potential love, most of it being character wise, and sometimes it's like I'm forcing myself to like the person. Hey I mean its ridiculous if from the start, I can't accept how the person look, it won't matter if I find difficulties in compliances later, I won't bother assessing if they fail the looks department. And to all you who thinks that I'm shallow, truth be known is that I'm not. While most of my previous gfs are good looking, we didn't end up together because of character incompatibility. While I do admit that there is a certain minimum level of superficial qualities before I will consider someone, this minimum requirements aren't of particularly high standard! I actually look at what's inside, the values, the principles, character, and these are the ones that are important to me. While it did helped at first that she's gorgeous, the reason why I'm so very much attracted to her now is that she got a beautiful soul. While this is a bit farfetched, and I think the attraction I have for her is one-sided, but it certainly did come as a surprise to me after I saw how much she loves kids, that if we were to get together one day, I will not do my usual pulling all stunts to dissuade gf to not wanto have kids, if its kids she wants, then its kids she'll get. Considering how much I hate kids this is a big deal. Bah, its just wishful thinking on my part.
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Saturday, December 03, 2005
Its been 4 months yeah from my last entry, quite possibly the longest hiatus I've taken from blogging, been drinking myself silly in the time transpired. Oh well, very grateful for my 2 drinking buds who put their liver on the line while I spend time getting over what might be the most difficult breakup I had.
For the first time in possibly 17 years I celebrated my birthday this time round, and was nice for once to actually be with frens who drank with me.
Nov 28 came and went.
Have also gotten to know someone who I was instantly attracted to, and quite possibly the single most attractive woman I've known my whole life barr 1.
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For the first time in possibly 17 years I celebrated my birthday this time round, and was nice for once to actually be with frens who drank with me.
Nov 28 came and went.
Have also gotten to know someone who I was instantly attracted to, and quite possibly the single most attractive woman I've known my whole life barr 1.
