Smite

Today, was a fine day. Eventhough it was a Sunday with replacement tuition sessions. Lol. But anyway, it's not that which matters. What matters, happened when I went to the coffee shop in USJ 2 for brunch.

So there I was, half-way eating Chow Kuey Teow with my white coffee, sharing a table with a pretty lady with my mom. Okay, I don't know if you get that.....but yeah. XD So, when I was about to finish my meal, there was this family that sat at the next table. There was the Dad, the Mom, the Daughter, who was about 30 I figured, and the Son, who was about 18-20.

See, there wasn't a problem at all. In fact, the Dad, Mom, and Daughter were perfectly merry. The Daughter offered to order this and that for her parents, and chatting away in the process. It was all typical. UNTIL, the Son came along. He sat down, with his cell phone and pack of cigarettes. [I hate smokers] Like that wasn't offending enough, he suddenly started to fight with his Dad. Verbally lah, of course. I wasn't sure what he was so pissed about, but when I listened closer, he was actually pissed, because his Dad asked him to order his drink for him.

I was like......."Dude." Just because his Dad asked him to order his drink for him, he started to bising like some stupid fellow, like his Dad was burdening him with the weight of the world. What an A-hole, I thought. He IS his Dad anyways, and he IS gonna order drinks anyway, so, how hard could it be?

So, the drama went on, until the Dad also couldn't take it anymore, and the Daughter started to lecture her little brother, and all that. But luckily, I was gonna leave already. Phew. What luck to have this fella sit next to my table.

In my mind during that whole time, was, "What does this guy think he is? That's your Dad, for God's sake. And you refused his little demand, while you yourself went and order Coke. A-hole, what an absolute A-hole." And I thought to myself, this will earn him a great almighty smiting from God one day. He will. Oh yes.

From this, I hope there isn't too many people like that Son in the world. And you! Hopefully you aren't like that. Parents are gifts from God that isn't buy-able, find-able, obtain-able. You either have them, or you don't. If you do, cherish them all you can, because they are all you have in this world, as guardians, as protectors, as mothers and fathers. Then, compare yourself to the people who doesn't have parents. Then you'll see.

So, anyways, if you fight with your parents, why not stop? If you haven't said I love you to your parents, why not start? Whatever it is, just don't be like that Son in the coffee shop. He's an A-hole, and I'm quite sure, you're not. =) Peace.

Joe>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Love Your Parents.

New Year - New Hopes - New Me

Ah, the second week since school started. And honestly, today is the only day I've got time to actually come online and blog. Actually, I haven't got time to even come online. Busy with work. Weird? No it isn't.

Well, it IS a new year. And it actually means much to us 1990-ians. It's SPM year! =) And that would give us all the reason to be busy, even before school started. Books, clothes, shoes and whatnot are all on the shopping list. [Not that I'm concerned on the clothing, I'm using my old ones. XD] Yeah. Every book shop is filled with eager, gung-ho young and old kids alike, all rushing to buy their supply of books before they run of stock, which, is happening today.

Then, when school starts, the work begins. And that's where the magic begins.

The start of form 5. The year of reckoning for all us 17 year olds[and some PTS smart humans of course.] Expected it to be full of stuff? Full of, how do ya say, hell? That would most likely be the stereotyped answer out there. Everyone thinks that way. Don't they?

But see, for me, it didn't turn out that way. Work, work and more work, yeah, who doesn't have em? And voila, I'm taking tuition this year. 6 of em. So.....Work+Tuition+Homework should've had me complaining all week long. But nope. I didn't. I actually welcome them very much now. Or for the least part, I manage them. It's miraculous really. And all I can say is, maybe I've grown in my head a little bit more, or, there's a big guy up there, giving me enough will power to rough through this. I thank either fact. I thank god.

Yeah, so, I've got this new perspective of school. Cool. =) And what more, there's been much improvement in school with the management, the people and whatnot. Just, the whole environment's a little bit more.....homely now. And I'm not complaining. Heheh. Seem a little daft to you? Yeah, I agree. I'm a little bit crazy to love school. Old Joe has left with 2006. New Joe is here to stay. I hope it'll make a difference.

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Today.

"He came back from his daily routine, work. He exit the car he drove and closed the door behind him. He walked his way into the house, set aside his briefcase and handed me a piece of paper. Rough, a little crumpled, in black and white, the paper stated the things I've feared for him to know. My spendings for phone calls on my cell of the last month. In a calm, unwavering tone, he gave me a warning I have to heed. Or consequences will consume the freedom of my fixed line."

"I looked at the miserable piece of paper and I see my old foolish self written on it. The numbers and figures that could have spelled my doom lay written in blue, with his handwriting. The figure totaled up to a percentage of 100% increase, no, more than that, of my usual spendings. My eyes were uncertain, my vision unclear and my voice unspoken. I knew this was going to rain on me one day or another. This just happened to be the day."

"Why did I pull such fate into my own petty self? I ask myself that much, these days. Was there a need for me to dive into such malevolence? Was there? I thought to myself. Then it became clear to me that it was No. I have put myself in a position I need not be in, clinging on to whatever sympathy my bill payer still have of me. I dare not fight. For I know there is only me to blame. Me, for being stupid, for being naive, for being hopeful, for falling for someone I need not."

"Then there was light. Bright lights. I close my eyes, breathed and interpreted this celestial message in my head. All it said to me was, it was time for me to change. To move on. To peel your rotten self off and be reborn. I took the message to heart. Slowly, yet with much effect, I'm becoming a shadow of my former self. My previous self, slowly being erased until only remnants of it remains. I am new."

"Yes, amusing indeed how a piece of paper can mean so much, do so much. A piece of paper my father gave me."

Joe>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Have A Blessed New Year. =)