life is a paradox.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

What that doesn't kills, makes one stronger.

"If you have to do it, KILL him. If not, don't even think about it."

Why? By exposing someone/thing to a threat or danger, but not killing the person, only allows the person to be aware of such things, and most resilient.

Too many times in life, we meet things/people in life who create a sudden realisation of pain. Probably not every time physically, but also mentally and emotionally. But what that we survive through, would bring us to the next level of resistance if we were be able to live through it.


Behind every successful man, lies failures.
Behind every rich man, lies a day of hunger.

Behind every strong man...
... lies a tear-jerking incident.

What's behind you?

Monday, May 01, 2006

Life of a Nokia 3230.

Built to be slim, a 1.2 Megapixels camera, and of course, the basic functions of messaging, calling, alarm, and so on. Also, the underused functions of me too, which I doubt the writer himself can name. Well, cut him some slack, ya? He just likes me because I look good; slim, red, silver.

So, as time passes, he got bored. (But there are times that he liked me again, but it didn't really last. It's like infactuations. LOL, for a phone?! That sounded wrong, nvm.) Then, from an overprotected treasure, I started to depreciate. Scratches began to surface. Scratches, more scratches. Then, bumps. He dropped me like no friggin' business, as if it wouldn't have hurt. More torture came, when I became so disfigured that he didn't care anymore.

But I was always there for him, when he needed me for just a simple telephone call, or a message to a friend to cancel an appointment which he had agreed to a week ago, for something dumb.

But just why can't he see?

There is something there, being there for him, unconditionally, while he looks at other phones. I don't mind him looking, I just don't wish him to be cheated, just want to show him that the world is much prettier, if he chooses to not look at the bad points, but the good.

But well, I doubt I matter to him anymore. I asked myself...


"Why bother about someone... who doesn't even bother about you?"