Suppose I’m a beggar. A beggar crouching in the corner, under the shadows of the cold concrete wall surrounding the busy city-train station. And begging for your change. Would you look at me in the eyes for one moment and realize that I am a human being too? A human, who is born in a loving mother’s womb and raised in the warm hearts of the loving parents until the unforeseen tragedy struck? Would you realized all that before you say to your self, “poor guy” and walk away? Or worse, mutter under your breath, “poor bastard. Get a job!”

Some of you may argue that happiness doesn’t depend on wealth or possessions or what kind of car you drive. You may argue that happiness comes from your state of mind; you are happy if you decide to be happy. But how do you suppose the beggar is to arrive at this state of mind if food doesn’t come on a table, but rather from trash cans? When there is nothing to look forward to? When there is no one single person who cares for him, no one to shed tears if he’s gone?

If personality is unique as finger prints, and that no two people have the exact same personality, hobbies and tastes, then we can say our personality, hobbies and tastes define who we are. But what governs our personality? Our hobbies? Our tastes? Our fashion? Our pass-time activities? Money does. Money can give you the self-esteem, confident outlook. It can give you the kayaking pass-time activity if you wish. It can define your favorite wine. It can give your wonderful CD collection. It can give you the athletic body if you choose to. Money can attract opposite sex, and sometimes it can buy you your love. Money can shape you. It can define you.

If money can spell all and govern all, human without money is but a beggar.

 

Friends Are At Our Disposal

Friends. What are they? We love them, we hate them. We seek comfort in each other's warmth, and at the same time, we neglect our other friends and strangers. After certain qualities lack in our friendship, or just got bored of each other, we dispose our friends like a disposable paper cup after your drink of coffee. It is far easier to get a new one, the more attractive one, then to replenish. How can friends last forever? How can you say love lasts forever? Love seems so powerful and undestructable, yet, it's the most unstable thing. How can anything last when the universe finally collapses?
We neglect our friends, we quit writing to our friends over-seas, we leave our friends without a word, we ridicule our friends, we let our friends die. If you have a name and a face, you are already guilty of such account. I, too, am guilty of such. It's called ignorance.

 
you don't know me. and i don't know you. so i can be as honest as i want on things i wanna write about and i still won't see your eyes rolling all the way back to your ears. and by the time you read this, i probably won't even remember i wrote this. i'm not very familiar with weblog. i was referred to blogspot by a friend i met online. her weblog inspired me to write my own. and i read few others out there on the web, but the ones i read was like people rambling about how terrible their english class was and other hatred. i don't know if my weblog is gonna be like that or not. i'll give it a try and see what happens. and i wouldn't be surprised if nobody reads this blog.

 
hello. this is my first post and my first weblog attempt.