You love a woman, the woman loves you, but she loves the other guy more.
She cares about you, but she cares more about the other guy.
He came first, for whatever she does.
When there is dispute between you and him, it’s always your fault.
If it is his fault… it’s because you forced him to commit the mistake.
When she is in trouble… she always came back to you.
For a short period of time… you became the hero.
Although knowing that it’s only for a short period of time…
You couldn’t resist doing your best to help her.
After helping her in the troublesome moment… she goes back to the guy again.
You are always the backup player… you will never be her favourite.
Read from a paper that the National Council of Parent-Teacher Associations (NCPTA) has suggested imposing a curfew for students after 10pm… funny.
When I was studying for STPM 9-10 years ago… I would still be in the school library by 10pm, probably having supper with some buddies by 11pm and reached home by midnight. Among those friends that I often had supper with… 2 have become doctors, at least a few engineers and most others are doing well in their respective fields.
What would happen if a 10pm curfew was imposed 10 years ago? Some of us could still do well… but I doubt all of us could achieve what we have now if we were forced to live like Cinderella back then.
NCPTA is hoping that the curfew could stop youngster from hanging out in late night… I can see their point; but imposing a curfew is not the solution.
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“One of Us” was a hit song in 1995 by Joan Osborne, back when I was in high school. It makes me giggle every time when I ride on a bus, thinking of what if God was just a stranger on the bus, just like one of us…
One of Us
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?
*And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
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Some of my childhood taboos…
Cutting nails at night
We will kick on something real hard if we cut our nails at night.
Finger pointing to the moon
We will wet our bed if we point the fingers to the moon.
Pointing chopstick on someone
The person that was pointed will need to poo pretty soon (a good way to cure constipation?)
Whistling at night
Some dirty stuff will haunt you if you whistle at night… OR
Snakes will come after you if you whistle at night.
Life is weird.
