Those little things in life.

We all live by something. Something that means a lot to us. It could be words, a feeling, someone. For someone like me. I live by 3 simple words.

Honor. Friends. Family.

I'm a simple person. Don't do anything that disgraces yourself, your friends or your family. Stick by this simple rule and everything will simply be fine! But there's always that one person who does something so fucking stupid or even worse, pokes his/her nose into matters that don't concern them. If that isn't bad enough, they fuck up so badly, they actually cause people more frustration and pain than be a help. And that brings me to my two topics of the day. My first topic of this post is,

Lies.

Alright, I'll be honest. I'm no saint. And I have lied. IN FACT! I would say that everyone has lied AT LEAST once in their lifetime. The one who says he/she has never told a lie is the greatest liar of them all.  This is a fact. And I think we are all aware of that. But dislike being lied to. I dislike liars. And this includes myself. YES. I don't hate people. I just have a slight dislike for them. Because it's hard to tell what's the difference when some is telling the truth and when someone is telling a lie. Or so you think. It's simple to tell if someone is lying. But to see through a lie, we have to be sharp. Watch the person's body language. Let's have a simple scenario. Say, you're talking to your best friend. And you ask that friend about an item that you've lent him. However, he/she lost it and out of panic, the person says "Someone stole it!" or "Oh. It slipped my mind. I'll return to you next time we meet."

Wow. Genius. But like the wise men say. It takes a bigger lie to cover another. So as the days pass, your friend tries harder and harder to cover up his/her act and at some point, the excuse given is just completely ridiculous. And at this point, all hell breaks loose, the friendship turns sour and enmity is born. Why? It all started with a lie. Amazing, isn't it? What could have prevented this situation? If he/she simply told the TRUTH. Let's face it. Lying is wrong. Even if it's a white lie. And we all lie. But it doesn't mean can't STOP lying. After all, the ability to adapt and change is what makes us human right?

My second topic is something I have always esteemed. It's something we make. And we either keep it or forget it. If you're smarter than a monkey, you would've figured out what my second topic was gonna be. If you haven't, you're in need of some serious medical attention. Alright, enough sidetracking. My second topic for the day. Or night, as it seems is

Promises.

Well, you're probably wondering why I esteem promises. Simple. Because it's the ONLY oral contract(in a sense) that humans either fulfill or forget. Since an incident about five(?) months ago, I have tried to keep the promises I make. I sound like a hypocrite since I know damn well I never really bothered back then. But if you can read. The keyword here is, "back then". But you all know it right? I hope so. Anyway, personally, I make promises to people I care about or love. As long as they mean something to me or play a big role in my life. If I promise to do something, I will do my best to fulfill it. No matter what. I have to honor my promise. If you ask me, I would say that it's a.. Life's resolution?

The promises that mean a lot to me are made through one way only. Maybe some might find the phrase familiar because I've said it quite a few times. My one and only contract that I will keep, even if my life depended on it. Pinky Promise. Why, you might be wondering? A pinky promise is made by those of close relations and of much importance. I've made 3 pinky promises through my seventeen years of life and I'm still keeping them. If you're reading this and you're wondering about it or if I still remember, yeah. I still remember. And I still am keeping them. Something I have learned with the passing of time, is this.

Promises are n e v e r broken. Just.. F.o.r.g.o.t.t.e.n..

David Choi - That Girl - Official Music Video - Wong Fu Productions

Beautiful song! ♥

RANDOM RANT!

I'm not sure. But for some reason, after thinking a lot, with my gans, or when I grow up and I really adopt a baby, I want to be a good father.

First real/decent post.

Have you ever stayed up? And then you realise that you're remembering the past? In the sense that, you find yourself smiling or on the brink of tears? Something like that. I feel that memories play and still play a big role in my life. I remember the past and all the happiness and sorrow just flow back to me. Its that fine line between reality, insanity and disillusions. I don't remember how long, but for long periods of time, I can simply linger there and relive everything thats happened. Joy, happiness, pain, sorrow and anger. It's all there. Probably more. Love. Warmth. Depression. Heartbreak.

Which brings me to my topic for this post.

Heartbreak.

As humans, when we don't want to worry someone, we tend to HIDE things. But due to this habit, we stop becoming ourselves and become someone different. The psychological change is so drastic, the people who are involved in our everyday lives notice that we aren't ourselves. The person who's hiding something that relates to an emotion becomes more erratic. The person may show signs of change such as sudden withdrawal from the society, introvertism, or simply shaking/shrugging things off with a smile or the like. However, only the person who has something to hide doesn't notice these changes.

And usually, a person changes completely and drastically when he/she is hiding the feeling of Heartbreak.

When we feel heartbreak, it's different for everyone. The feeling of your heart shattering, breaking into itty bitty pieces, the feeling of someone who just slit your throat open. Etcetra etcetra. You get my point. But it's because of this feeling, we get this immense and near unsurpressable amounts of sadness and for some people, there's also that possibility of anger. For most, we just cry it out for a period of time. Start to hate the person and then, we move on. But for people like me. we'd rather not worry others and just choke and bottle everything inside. As much as it's a bad habit, we'd rather have an all out battle on our own psychological plane and fight it out till the end rather than let others know about the pain we feel.

I really couldn't care less about what others think about how I should tell them if something isn't right. When you're me, almost everything doesn't go your way. It's no different from receiving a Burn Notice. You're stuck where ever God leaves you in, you do whatever comes your way, and get help from people who are still talking to you, be it a half psychotic friend, a godparent who's missing half of the time or family. If you're desperate. Point being that the surrounding conditions are shitty and so pathetic, yet I'm able to just keep moving forward and turn back at the past without stumbling.

We're all different. So the way we deal with pain is different. However, the path we tread is all connected in the end. All paths lead to the same end. The path we call life. And it through this path that we become stronger. More mature. Smarter. And possibly, we learn what we truly want in life.

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