remarkable~

Supposingly, the ‘remarkable’ part of a person stuck at his back, just like an Umeboshi plum to an onigiri. He couldn’t comprehend how remarkable he is but others could. Feeling that he’s an ordinary person, jealousy erupts towards others.
Honda Tohru, Fruit Baskets anime.

Remarkable huh? I wonder if I could achieve the feeling. Mada mada dane I guess. Being my usual self sometimes, it exasperates others. I DO like to tease them. (Yeah I know! :P)

I can talk very fast that it made my ‘adik’ said, “Whoa! Hold your horses! Are you trying to catch a plane or something? You talked like a Shinkansen.” LOL! Oh the joy! He always feels incensed by the way I talk so fast. Do I really? I thought most people can keep up with my speed. Hee!
Talking about remarkable, I always feel that compassion or empathy is the most remarkable quality. Don’t you agree? I like to understand people. So much that my kin always told me off. (Duh! I was reading them. :P)

I love watching anime. The drove some of my friends crazy though cause the thought it is a child genre and inappropriate for someone my age. In debating the issue I told her that I couldn’t stomach a plot that comprised of greed and jealousy so much that people are slaughtering each other to obtain something (wealth, etc you name it) like most telenovela or local drama shows.

Yeah, it’s just a story but wouldn’t all those things corrupt naiveties of kids? More often than not they think that media gives the perfect impression of plausible behavior. Compassion my dear friends! Someone might say something like karma. What goes around comes around. I for one believe in equality. Give others the same modicum of respects you wanted for yourself. Then only you’ll be granted with the same.


‘Kay! Now I’m jabbering. Yada yada yada..

I’m VERY sure you guys have noticed the excerpt I wrote aforementioned. Well, you must be blind not to discern. ;)
I always think that everybody is unique. But do you realize that you ARE unique? Not in a appalling way for sure. Just being an individual instead of a copycat. During my adolescent years, I always strived to emulate my clique. I was being insecure and felt that if I don’t stick out for being myself then I wouldn’t be mocked for my eccentricity. Then, I decided that it doesn’t matter. Yeah! I still made some haphazard things. I feel happy enough though. As it is my walk, sloppy as it seems I manage to reach the destination. Right? 

Love yourself first then only you can love others. But for me, my self-esteem is coming from being loved. When people love you, like you or even adore you then only you learn to care about yourself. Cause you know you’re loved and it hurt them that you adopt devil-may-care attitude.

Enough of my lalalala~
C’est la vie.