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Thursday, October 25, 2007
I WAS JUST COMPLAINING
why would a clean shirt considered dirty after wearing it for hours? wash it, dry it iron it - it's clean once again: comfortably wearable, ready to be dirty once again... how come we get into a cycle? it's hard to get out... everyone's in it!!! to go against the flow is the only way out. but it's hard to go against it. it's like being stuck in traffic,then you pass by the other side, causing traffic on the other side - result: your worst day ever! what the heck am i thinking right now? plain complaints - things that doesn't bring you anywhere, but do make you think of an idea, which may bring success right infront of you doorsteps.
the thing is, no life is easy: GMA has to face never-ending scandals, Nelson Mandela has to be imprisoned, and Jesus has to endure the cross. i complain whenever i feel bored. if i want my lfe to be easy, it would be boring, then i would complain for a boring life.
a cigarette would all burn out, a bottle of beer would be empty, just as a clean shirt would get dirty... but a clean shirt is always ready to spin crazily around a pool of detergent, even for thirty minutes, it will never complain... afterwards, (viola!) it's ready to wear!!!
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