The Start

Once again, being influence by the media. I have come to a state of mind where how lucky (again, again and again...) I am… brought up in a simple life, goes to school, wearing my pinafore, my white –yellowish shoe and my heavy school bag. Start of from the least alike ‘kinda’ classes in primary and studied in a totally well diverse secondary school. The environment had shaped me into a person I’d sometimes forget the identity. The type of personality and somehow the way I think and my perspective. I am really blessed! Well, I wont lied that I have never ever complained! Actually I complained a lot. I guess writing will make me self reflect myself. So here am I. landed myself in one of the few thousand blog website or will I say that the online diary.

Did you ever wonder? Waking up in the middle of the night or the wee hours panicking? You have no idea what is going on with outside? And probably you would say ‘I don’t think this is going to happen?!’ Well, I got this imagination (some influence by the new year time I visited the Philippines, loud and clear fire works [was it bazooka?]) actually a mix of Taliban running around with a machine guns, or the fanatic Jewish yelling here and there (got this from Don’t tell my mother, from National Geographic where Diego went to Gaza), where this mix of situation end up like a real nightmare. I’ d compare myself to the kids in the streets of civil wars, countries fighting for so called justice and nations that are struggling to set up a stable government to wipe out poverty and bring hopes to people. Who am I in this safety warm core? Yet still complaining and unsatisfied. If you would give a penny to those kids in Somalia a trade of freedom running around they will perhaps go for the penny because their families doesn’t have enough to eat. Yet, who am I sitting here and who have the comfort of safely go to classes where people listen and speak to you.

Once more, like I had written at my welcome note, the intention of my writings is for my reflection. Being humble and nice sometimes is not enough, we have to keep on pushing our self knowing we do have wrong moves and speak at the wrong time. Nothing or ever a person is considered perfect. Perhaps, being perfectionist also doesn’t mean a person never been guilty? Most probably its compulsive disorder.

* Being humble and smiling makes you a normal person, being smart and bossy makes you a wholly shit-not-to-mess-around, being chilled and warm at summer is like bring a thermometer the whole year through making people to brainstorming you identity, and lastly smiling, and friendly yet back stabbing and look like a whore or Gaylord is people I swear I will run down them and make friends with. =) because it’s better to know your enemy in life. If you won’t consider that as enemy, you have to think twice that life is like being predator. Hunting and swimming till the end of the river.