the firm is every lawyer’s goddamn dream.

the clinic is every doctor’s goddamn dream.

the church is every pastor’s goddamn dream.

money, however ugly on the face of it, is everyone’s goddamn dream.

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did you just say that money wasn’t your goddamn dream?

i can’t hear you, say it louder!

did you just say that it’s not wise to live in a world of materials?

i really can’t hear you, why oh why are you so soft?

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let’s face it, you coward!

speak up the truth and only the truth,

i dare you, with all my mighty heart,

tell it to my face that money isn’t really you.

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yes, i do not know you well enough,

how could i ever judge you from afar?

i’m sorry but i still persist my stand,

you would do anything to go that far.

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what on earth did humans do to be lost this way?

come what may, i say death is still far,

well maybe we’re a little concerned about uncertainties,

heck, what’s left in the coin jar?

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p/s yes, yet another controversial piece. i’m always angry at the world, didn’t you know that? (:

p/p/s happy merdeka day! hello, anybody?

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the legend was,

a small baby boy was born on this very day 19 years ago,

into a family of warmth and happiness,

and that he was destined for big and mighty things.

19 years fast forward,

he grew up into a fine boy,

entering manhood and adulthood both at the same time,

with huge dreams and hopes.

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birthday boy on the left

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my best wishes to you augustine (:

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Happy 19th!

maybe the documents, two feet of height,

isn’t really vile after all.

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maybe the screeching tones of the small blackberry,

isn’t as horrid as life would be.

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the two brightly lit notebooks by my side,

are even slightly more appreciated by now.

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the pages of the TIME magazines,

screaming mad at me,

waiting to be touched,

waiting to be appreciated,

waiting to be admired.

unfortunately,

i do not own time at all.

ironic, isn’t it?

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honestly?

it shreds my patience,

it shreds my faiths,

it shreds my life,

like a paper shredder working at its very best.

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yearning to see those of similar kin,

looking over my head,

watching me,

giving me strength and warmth,

especially on a cold, frosty winter night.

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the paper is slowly burnt,

beginning from the core,

spreading to the very sides,

curling up into a black ball,

of nothingness.

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as i write this story in a different way,

each stroke with a different pen,

i pray for a letter, word or sentence,

to show how different it would be than what is believed,

to show what it means to me,

to show what i really want,

and to show that it was a mistake no more.

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pray for me, will you?

i’ve never failed to end up in a cold war with you,

never failed to end up in a heated argument with you,

never failed to make you dislike me into the very core,

and i’ve never failed to disappoint you.

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):

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but hey,

even the best of friends can fight, no?

heck, even our teeth can accidentally bite the tongue!

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most importantly though,

above all things,

i’ve never failed to love you.

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i’m sorry.

p/s i love you, very much.

Well, it’s been a fairly dull morning here at home. AND, i should quickly add, pepper-infused porridge isn’t exactly the perfect way to start off a beautiful, warm morning either. -.-

however, it felt as if i owned the world in my bare hands. i felt that powerful absolutely at bliss. (: my thoughts trailed back to those high-flying days in high school. i was constantly on my feet, upbeat and competitive. the big question, was i truly happy back then?

happiness is a true living paradox. Such simple and basic meanings it bears but homo sapiens can never understand even the gist of it. 0.0 shocking!

contrary to what people think, i have a very simple perception of what happiness is. i’ve always been pre-assumed to be complicated and up there. never have i asked for that position, but it was pushed into my hands so violently i wouldn’t even dare to let it go.

happy {speaker} adjective (happier, happiest)
feeling / giving pleasure
1 ~ (to do sth) | ~ (for sb) | ~ (that…) feeling or showing pleasure; pleased:
a happy smile / face * You don’t look very happy today. * We are happy to announce the engagement of our daughter. * I’m very happy for you.

i even went to the extent of extracting the meaning of happy just for you. goodness, what mighty love i have for readers. (:

as you can see, happy stands for feeling/giving pleasure. i’d really love to tweak that phrase a little. personally, i think happiness is all about feeling pleasure along with others and also giving pleasure to others. it’s never a one man show. it’s never about winning. it’s never about being selfish. and really, it’s never about you and you only.

a supreme part of happiness is life itself. (:

unscrew yourself. take a sip of hotly brewed coffee and enjoy life. what use would life be when we constantly rush, rush and rush everything? isn’t life all about enjoying and being happy?

you know you’ve hit the right button when you feel tingles in your heart. smile and be generous in smiling. think about it. (:

reality/happiness, is definitely not so bad after all. my best wishes for you.

much loves!