Of Kinship, friendship, and everything in between.

The epigraph:

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

I hate ILA,

But I have to attend

                          -Mahabalraj-

 Today is a special day for me. And today I'm going to write a special tribute to all my best friends, the one I regards as my own flesh and blood. A poem for you all.

This is for you, my best friend, 

the one person i can tell my soul too

Who can relate to me like no other

Who I can laugh with to no extents,

Who I can cry too when times are tough,

Who can help me with the problems of my life.

Never have you turned your back on me 

Or told me I wasnt good enough

Or let me down

I don't think you know what that means to me 

You have went through so much pain and you still have time

For me.

And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying

And I look up too you because you are strong,

and caring

and beautiful.

Even though you don't think you are.

And I hope you know that I am always here 

To listen to you laugh and cry and help

In all the ways that i can

And I will try to be at least half the friend you are

To me.

I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you. 

My best friend.

Of Breakfast, Language, and Kotiaw

Language it the pinnacle of human civilization. It's through language that we human manage to roam the earth as a superior being than other creatures that share the world with us. And over the past millennia language has evolved so complex, so diverse that it's impossible for one person to master even one language.

And this is a prove of it. Seriously, just ask a few people that you know of to spell kotiaw, kuey teow, kueh teow or whatever the spelling is, odds of having the same spelling? very slim indeed. Even text messaging has a language of its own right now. Now that's wicked. Humans are evolving, and like us, our culture is evolving too. So people please do,

Think about it.

Of stonism, Mcdonald, and the brotherhood

There's always a time where you did something that is completely pointless but it remains in your memories for a long time, if not forever.

Of Choices, Choosing, and Consequences

Life is all about choices. Some are simple enough to decide, others, might be a bit more difficult. Some choices can be made by our gut instincts, while others requires thorough thinking. Ultimately the one that we chose made us who we are today. You, me, we all wrote our own history.

Came October 14th, 2008. Another cross-road lies in front of me. Choices, choices, choices. Some of you might be thinking it's a small matter, but for me, it's simply isn't. I have to choose, between old friends that I've known for my whole college life, or those who are new to me. Seeing in that perspective alone the answer is obvious: never leave your old friends for a new one. But then again, we never looked into life objectively. 

To choose objectively is more like solving a mathematical equation, and life is not about predefined formulas. It has  infinite variables, and infinite probabilities. And the same goes to my situation right now. 

Sometimes I wish that I've the ability to glimpse on the consequences to the choices made by me.  But then again the unknown is what made life, a life in the 1st place. Or else we would be no different than a preprogrammed machine.

Should I stay for my old friends, whom I cared the most, but the understanding is just not there anymore? 

Or

Should I just.. Move on..

 

Prologue: Of personalities and the beginning of it all

when someone talk about oneself we almost always talk about how good, or how bad we are. It seems that to most people, perception precede personality,in other words, its the perception of others that created the personality. Wouldn't that mean that your life is actually dictate by others?

To be honest, I consider myself being a chameleon, changing my personalities, myself even to suits those around me, to fit in. Sometime I feel lost, as in I do not know who I really am. But the fear of loosing people around me, the fear of being alone always lingers inside me. And that has become my personality, to not have a real selves. Some might see it as being flexible, others see it as cowardly.

So are we being ourselves?

or we're just a mass, with traits, governed by others?

Think about it