I think...I think we all everything for granted. We're all ungrateful bastards. Let me give you an example.
First; we're lucky to be living in a MEDC. There are people starving in third world countries; yet we abuse it. How? Okay. We complain about LIFE. There's nothing to do. Nothing to do? We have computers, technology, media...yet we still complain. Our standards are very high.
Secondly; no one likes to be cheated. No one likes to be played. Heard of the saying, "Nice guys finish last"?. I don't know. We girls are very strange species, I have to admit.
Okay. I just took a bath in between writing this blog. While I was sitting in the bathtub, waiting for the water to fill, I decided to grab the tweezers in my room. And after the bath, my bedroom floor was damp. WHICH is very scary, becos all the hair sort of gathered into a pile when I wiped it with a cloth. And it's scary, becos my hair is black, and it seems like my hair is falling off insanely. Whatever.
Okay. Continuing from the second one. And don't ask me why. I don't think it really implies to all guys, becos I think there are some insecure ladies out in the world, that actually are grateful of having a very nice guy. And how do mean guys stick to our heads? I've no clue. We like to move on. But females are females, right? I mean. I don't think all guys are insanely prefect anyway. I know no one has claimed that, but us women have less respect. In fact. We're all fucked up in every way. Face it. We're whiney, guys are horny. The skies blue, the grass is green. YET. Right. YET females (sterotyping) dump nice guys. Ungrateful.

Third: People. Friends. I don't believe in having a shit loads of best friends. Or it's even possible. I don't care if someone has more friends than I do. It's all about quality, not quantity. Okay, I'm not trying to label us people as objects. I believe in having a couple or even one person you deeply trust is already enough. Becos it is rare to have someone you could possibly truly trust. I was ranting to my little brother, and I realised there's only a few people I could only trust. In fact, not "few". I think it's only three or just two. No, it's not like my little brother decided to broadcast my rant to the entire nation. It was the fact...that..I realised how much people actually abuse your trust and respect.
But yeah. How could they possibly be such a bitch, and actually disrespect you? I don't like people taking sides, and I believe everyone should be getting the same, equal respect. Okay, maybe if someone was being a total bastard to you. And ofc, maybe a little bit more for your close friend. IT DOESN'T MATTER. Equally, we should be respecting both parties. Oh no. Unfortunately some people like to abuse the fact they have really close friends (a.k.a. me), AND COULD BE AWESOME, TOO. Seriously. If you don't like something. Make it clear. Explain.
Rly.
AND, the fact some people are not grateful for what they have right now. I treat my close friends like they're the world to me. Because they are. It's just...some people aren't grateful for what they have. I love my friends. People who give me a lot of respect, I give them a huge amount back. That's how it should work. But again, unfortunately some people are too greedy. They love choosing. It's like, picking fucking clothes for the day.

Education. EDUCATION. Okay, I'm not book-smart, but I still think education is VERY important. I don't care about the little cunts I see in the streets, throwing bricks and stones at the bus, or kids with no manners. But people, us, should be thinking about the future. Possible future. I believe, in a way, our life is planned, but it could change, we have different routes for everything, depending how we manipulate it. I know a few friends that quotes they would try hard, becos they got into "college" by the skin of their teeth. And what? Yeah. They don't really give a shit in the end. Well, they do, in a way. But they don't try. And who's fault is it? Their own fault. And yet they bitch, and moan about it. They moan about how it's not fair, they don't have any time. They're lazy. Everyone's lazy. It's the mature of controlling it, and gaining interest in studying and motivation. There's always consquences on what you do. Can people not actually see it? Yes. You learn from your mistake. Unluckily, not everyone could see it.
I always want to do better, becos I see people's talent everywhere. It amazes me, and makes me think I could try to surpass them. I know, I mightn't happen at all, but I'm in progress, and I hope one day I could do it. It's the matter of, beliving you could do it. It's the matter of having that motivation to do it.
I'm always motivated, or try to be motivated. Because, I try not to take what I have for granted. We have school, college. We are provided with education, teachers, facilities, libraries. I remember I was watching a documentary on TVB, about the poor people living in a village. A bunch of volunteers decided to go and help the kids and familes out, building homes, health and bringing them back to their feet. Because they're not exactly rich, their health weren't the best. And I ALWAYS remember this part, were one of the guys asked a girl, about 12/ or 14 of age, what she wanted to do when she was older. Her answer was, "To be a doctor, so I could save lives."
Okay, whatever if you think it's totally cliced, but that really touched my heart. And I think I actually cried when she said that (wow, surprise). It's the fact she's probably seeing death surrounding her. Yet she still has that motivation to be a doctor. I mean, if I was being surrounded by death, I think I would be in such a state. But not her. Her motivation was crazy.
There was also another boy, living in Hong Kong with just his mum. His mum works, but she does not get a lot of money. The kid always works (hint: Kid. He's only a kid.) too, collecting cardboard boxes, or anything that could recycle. And let me tell you. He doesn't get a lot. You don't get a lot for bringing stuff you could recycle. But there's no choice for him. He's only a kid, and his family is not entirely rich at all. He walks around in the heat, from street to street, possibly towns, to collect anything recycable, right after school. And guess how much he only makes? Very little. Think it was, $8 a month. A MONTH. That's equalivent of earning 60 pence a month. That is VERY heart breaking. And the woman interviewed him (it is a real-life documentary of his life, after all), and asked how does he actually survive. He says he sends $2 a month on food. The woman was shocked, and asked what does he eat. He said sweets. Sweets lasts him a whole month. Becos sweets have sugar. Sugar gives you temporary energy. That is real heartbreaking. And here's one thing he said, that made me burst into tears. The woman asked him what he does with the rest of the money. His reply was: "To save up for college."
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We are REALLY ungrateful.





Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

Haven't been on Xanga for ages due to school work etc etc. I'm nearly off for the Easter hoildays and I still got tons to do, plus work for over the hoildays. Well, I'm on becos I'm feeling pretty lazy and I haven't really been using xanga properly. Huhuhu~. Anyway, over the weeks I have encountered numberous of work slapping me across the face (not literal) and personal problems, but now I'm on the "can't-be-assed-with-anything" mode, so etc etc, and decide to do some blogging (I know, I'm bad ass).
Anyway, got some tips for the girls. When guys don't call or immediately answer you, don't take offense and strike the poor guy. I mean, if you find something suspicious like cheating or w/e, ofc do something about it. But whenever you know the guy is faithful/trustworthy etc etc, seriously, don't bomb him with messages/threats/questions or start some interrogation with the guy. It's not good for his health.