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Sunday, June 26, 2005
Why isn't the world a humane one?


I don't understand what some ppl are thinking. Or whether they know of their flaws. There are tons of ppl out there who are arrogant big farts, but they let it stay that way instead of changing their mindsets. True, they may be the best among their counterparts, but according to the chinese saying "Yi Shan Hai Bi Yi Shan Gao" (Each mountain prevails over the other), it already confirms the fact that they are not the best in the whole world. I've also come across many ppl who thinks they're infallible, and usually I try to shun those with traits like these. However, no matter where I go, I'm sure to bump into these kinda ppl. Not that I look down upon them or whatever, as I know I'm made of inferior quality too, and have no business to point a finger at other ppl better than me, just because I'm jealous of their intelligence. But the fact is, I'm not jealous of them. Instead, I feel sorry for them, sorry that they possess such humongous ego that may crush them in future, without them realising it.

I guess the way to command respect from your friends would be to treat them in a way where you would want them to treat you as. Of cos, not everyone will reciprocate the efforts made by others, but it's no harm trying rite? If that person doesn't care a hoot for what you are doing, den it's high time to leave that seat next to him/her, and go in search of better folks who will acknowledge your presence, and be glad of having a nice friend. Which is the reason why you have heard others say your friends are a mirror image of you. They reflect your inner feelings and possess similar traits and moral values as you, because you all are one of a kind, and that explains why you all can be good friends who hold out for each other. Now you know why there are different cliques in school, where all the dorky types stick together, and where the more fun-loving ppl treat the nerds as taboos. It all boils down to the differing personalities of human beings.

Now, why am I writing an entry like this? You can only blame one person, who just called me earlier on to blabber on abt his job, and how he'll be taking over his manager's tasks while the manager's on leave or something, plus some sarcastic comments of me slacking at hm and only doing the registration for the graduation ceremony at the last min, which I interpreted as "Serve you right for not doing the registration earlier. Now that the page can't be accessed, it's your fault and you can blame nobody, and who asked you to slack at hm everyday instead of doing proper stuffs?" It wasn't a personal attack on that somebody, but rather an opinion of my own. Fine, so I slacked at hm, so I only did the registration during the last min, but so what? I like it, and that's not within your control. You have no authority to tell me what to do and what not to do, and I don't care if you are going to be some big shot in an IT company in future. It's the fact that I can't stand you. (Peeps who hv no idea who's that somebody, dun ask me. I dun hv the mood to show & tell. Maybe some other day. U can guess it, reggie...)


Fingers dancing ended on 6/26/2005 02:29:00 PM
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