Act holy Friday, March 12, 2010 @ 12:54 AM
Jason is a role model to me, someone whom I have never met yet helped me for my school work, and even listen to my sorrows.
I consider him as my "big brother". He is smart. He is diligent. He is rich. He has good personality.
Yes, he earns my respect.
Hate people who say me an immature kid? Yes, who likes it. Especially when the person who calls that to you is a kiddish chubby kid?
But when in the earth have I ever addressed myself mature? NEVER.
In terms of seeing right and wrong, I self-claimed I am very clear.
In terms of handling certain matters, I admit I am just an impulsive freak.
Jason named me immature that day, while we were chatting through msn. I wasn't feeling pissed, I wasn't feeling upset. Then I realise that is because I respect this "big brother" who has sort of well-taken care of me whenever I need him.
We were talking about what happened to one another these days. His injuries to some factors shall not be mentioned here, so we were talking about his MC and how much work is waiting for him yet he is resting at home with MC. And he claimed that I am such a good life girl.
So I told him what happened to me these days. About how disappointing my sister is to me.
He gave me advice of how I should handle my emotion and live a better life. His encouragement is the support I need.
Though we are "close strangers", he doesn't lecture me or try to teach me what is right or wrong.
Is advice, that piece of reasonable and meaningful advice.
He is fit enough to talk these senses to me.
He is my english teacher, corrects many of my work.
He is my listening ears, be there when I am troubled.
Unlike someone, who are you to talk to me about my situation? Hello who are you, just tell me who you think you are before talking your shit and crap out from your mouth! Why do you love to be a "saint" when you don't understand clearly how the situation is and pretend that you fully understand?
If my "regret" makes you misunderstand that I am sorry to you, then you are thinking too highly of yourself. My regret is the sacrifice I have made for her, not for sacrificing you from me.
To be taught whether I should let go of someone whom I have taken care of for the past 17 years shouldn't be by you. Why won't you just think and continue to cheat yourself that you still think you don't owe anyone an explanation for your doings?
I never want someone whom did something guilty to themselves and their friends to talk sense to me.
Talk sense.
HAHAHA.
THEY ask you who are you to say such words?
Good luck too, for being holy.
