As I waiting to meet my friend, a stranger approach me asking to help him by lending him 20 ringgit, and ofcourse i refuse, and even if i believe him, i simply don’t have the money with me at the moment, but thats not the issue. As I telling the stranger no or rather lie about it, I realize a new meaner, cynical me has emerge. Well like diamond we all are shape by our surrounding (well like any normal people do, i’ll justify my action by giving a reason that i’m just being cautios).
so you got problem with me?
At that exact moment, I realize that I am:
a.meaner
b.stick in the butt attitude
c.cynic
d.probably the typical islander
e.cranky, and…
f. i don’t like myself
But i can’t helped it. It really can’t be helped. The situation is irreversible. I guess i’ve change and become bitter and distrustful towards people. Just like the scene in the book by Paulo Coelho, when the thieve stolen the gold from the boy, except that he had the blessing of the old man with him and urim & tummin; but I don’t have any.
current mood: bitter
current song: wake up in vegas – katy perry
