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Tuesday, July 27, 2004
THE MAYONNAISE JAR & COFFEE
Got this thru e-mail. Very inspiring. Wanna go get a cuppa?
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognise that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things — your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions — things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else — the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognise that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things — your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions — things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else — the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."
Monday, July 26, 2004
THE DAY AFTER
I'm tired but exhilarated. Singai is soooo beautiful and peaceful.
Met a lot of new friends
Had so much fun
not forgetting 'the Matrix' stunt =)
Met a lot of new friends
Had so much fun
not forgetting 'the Matrix' stunt =)
Friday, July 23, 2004
AWAY FOR THE WEEKEND
Another 3 hour + I'll be going for my Retreat trip To Mt. Singai in Bau. Jointly organised by UiTM and Campus Ministry of St. Joseph Cathedral, the 2-days, 2-nights retreat will hopefully serve as an occasion for me to reflect again on the meaning and purpose of my life - the journey that I've had from birth, through youth, and towards maturity. How am I progressing? Am I on course or is there a need for a change in direction? In the end, I hope for deeper conversion and renewal of my spiritual life.
Looking forward to a weekend filled with enlightenment and refreshment of the soul. Plus, the much needed exercise of trekking up the mountain.
Have a fun filled weekend. Take care all.
Looking forward to a weekend filled with enlightenment and refreshment of the soul. Plus, the much needed exercise of trekking up the mountain.
Have a fun filled weekend. Take care all.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
LOVE OF MY LIFE
Everyone have that someone we can call the love of our life. Whether its our parents, partners, spouse, sibling, offspring, friend, whatever. These are the people that you'll miss when they're not there and their presence can make your heart go all warm & fuzzy. Merely listening to their voice could give you this warm, fuzzy feeling.
I have some people I can call the love of my life.
I have some people I can call the love of my life.
- My parents
What more is there to say? They raised me up, sickly brat and all, and shaped me into what I am today. Although at that moment I never quite comprehend why they did all that they did, I've realized that it's for my own good (though it's hard to accept at that time lah). Through all the years, I've came to realize just how many sacrifices that they've made just to accomodate my needs. Thank you Mom & Dad. - My close Friends
These are my friends who I can rely on to provide accurate feedback. They will not gloss it all up, wrap, ribboned and all. They will give the naked truth, barbs and all. Painful but nonetheless, the truth. They are also people I can ring up at 2 a.m. to tell them 'bout that tummy ache I have. These are people who will be there for me, rain or shine. There for the laughters and also for the tears. Thank you dear friends, you know who you are. - A very Significant Other
This person occupies a very special place in my heart. Who serenades me with songs in every phonecall. Who loves and adores me unconditionally. Who will whisper sweet nonsensical nothings in my ears. And make no mistake, she's just barely three years old. Heheh... Whaddaya thinking? huh? huh? She's my niece, Chechen la. (Laaa... Ingatkan sapa tadi.hehehe). She's the one who brightens me with her smile and stories. Her innocence reminds me that there is still something good and beautiful in this ugly world. And I kid you not, sometimes children can see the obvious answers that we as grown-ups usually overlook. Ah, the refreshing innocence of a child. Brings a smile to your face and also to your heart.
There you go. The love of my life. How about yours?
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
PRAYERS & FAITH
Dear readers,
Please pray for the safety of the people involved in the missing helicopter in Ba Kelalan, Sarawak.
Pray also for their family for the strength they need in dealing in this trying time and that they not lose hope.
Remember also those involved in the search-and-rescue operations, may they always be safe. May God guide and protect everyone involved.
Amen.
Click Here for current news.
Please pray for the safety of the people involved in the missing helicopter in Ba Kelalan, Sarawak.
Pray also for their family for the strength they need in dealing in this trying time and that they not lose hope.
Remember also those involved in the search-and-rescue operations, may they always be safe. May God guide and protect everyone involved.
Amen.
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Monday, July 19, 2004
WHAT I DID DURING WEEKEND
- Sleep. Not that I'm deprived of sleep but maybe due to the medication.
- Read 'Free to Pray, Free to Love' by Max Ovila. Good book. Still reading it.
- Laundry (Bedsheets etc.). Wash the 'heavy2' things I don't wash on normal days.
- Fellowship at the Catholic Ministry House.
- Watch TV.
Anyway, not really an interesting weekend.
Also I realized that I simply hated it when some people are adamantly childish (selfish) when their demands are not met. I'm not saying "NO!" ,period, but "NO, NOT NOW!". Hmpphh... So much for being a grown-up when the child within still rules the action. Do everyone a favour and grow up.
BEWARE OF (the) CAT
Yeah, yeah... I know I promised to tell you about how my cat terrorized the people back home but I haven't got the time or mood to write about it. So, here goes...
I like cats. Once I owned about twenty cats. Yes, I did. But now, sadly since I am away from home, I only have 3 left at home with my nieces as surrogate owners. A male ginger-n-white cat we called Adub (don't ask. It's the name my niece gave the cat), male black-n-white cat I call Ciku a.k.a. Kucing Emas Aunty (my niece's nickname to this cat) and a female multi-color 'katik/serama' ('cause tak besar2) we call Ngiiiik .
The one that terrorizes my family is Ciku. Ciku a.k.a. the Golden Cat is kept in a cage and normally brought out for exercices and playtime in the house. The main reason that Ciku is kept in the cage is due to his tendency to be rather violent while playing (he's hyper) and the fact that some of my cats were stolen before. Why did Ciku turned violent, err.. I don't know for sure... But there's been incidents when Ciku did scared me sh**less.
Once was when he was let into the house to play in one of the spare bedrooms. He was playing with a ball and I was reading a book on the daybed. Suddenly, Ciku jumped on the bed, pounced at my leg and bit me. Shocked, I threw a pillow at him. He released his bite but started to attack the pillow (sorta like kena possesed). Man, I was soooo scared.
This time It happened to my Dad. Ciku escaped from the cage ( Actually I told Dad that Ciku's cage needs repairs but Dad told me he'll see to it when he got the time) and was excited/agitated as hell for a fight with a stray cat. Bro No.2 called Dad and asking Dad to get Ciku as he's also scared of Ciku. Dad was going to get Ciku when he saw the state Ciku was in and decided that there's no way he can get Ciku, the cat was really on edge. So Dad turned around to get back into the house when suddenly, Ciku pounced from behind, bit him at his calf and wouldn't release for what seemed to be an eternity. Dad whacked Ciku (in self-defence) and finally, Ciku let go and ran into the kitchen.
Poor Dad. He had to be sent to the clinic for injection and clean the wound (I got an earful and much more from Mum because of this. Ciku being my cat and so his actions are my responsibility).
Back at home, no one dared to go to the kitchen in fear of Ciku. Quoting Dad, "Macam Hang Jebat bermaharajalela kat Istana Melaka pulak". Hehehe... Dad still have his humour intact despite being in pain. Mum forgot that Ciku was in the kitchen and went to get something, when she realized that she's in the 'dangerous' zone. Despite her pain in the leg, Mum managed to hobble quickly out of the kitchen (best time for the day!). Since no one dared to go into the kitchen, who else but the resident super-savior of the house a.k.a. Dad to get it.
Dad was rather scared that Ciku will 'attack' him again and so, he went slowly and with stealth into the kitchen. Alas, Ciku sensed his presence and stood up on the kitchen table (in normal circumstances, under Mum's rule, this act is punishable by a HUGE whack on the said creature's head/rump). Dad's heart starts to beat faster (Thump!Thump!). Ciku jumped down from the table and walks slowly and deliberately nearer and nearer to Dad. Suddenly, he jumps and dives to Dad's feet and starts to golek-golek (rolling around). Aicheh... So suspen only...
Dad put him back into the cage and the next day released Ciku from the cage. Maybe Ciku tension stay inside the cage kot.
Btw, when Dad told me 'bout this thru the phone, I can't help but almost break down in giggles. Why, I kept remembering the scene from Shrek 2 where Puss bit Shrek. Hahaha!
I like cats. Once I owned about twenty cats. Yes, I did. But now, sadly since I am away from home, I only have 3 left at home with my nieces as surrogate owners. A male ginger-n-white cat we called Adub (don't ask. It's the name my niece gave the cat), male black-n-white cat I call Ciku a.k.a. Kucing Emas Aunty (my niece's nickname to this cat) and a female multi-color 'katik/serama' ('cause tak besar2) we call Ngiiiik .
The one that terrorizes my family is Ciku. Ciku a.k.a. the Golden Cat is kept in a cage and normally brought out for exercices and playtime in the house. The main reason that Ciku is kept in the cage is due to his tendency to be rather violent while playing (he's hyper) and the fact that some of my cats were stolen before. Why did Ciku turned violent, err.. I don't know for sure... But there's been incidents when Ciku did scared me sh**less.
Once was when he was let into the house to play in one of the spare bedrooms. He was playing with a ball and I was reading a book on the daybed. Suddenly, Ciku jumped on the bed, pounced at my leg and bit me. Shocked, I threw a pillow at him. He released his bite but started to attack the pillow (sorta like kena possesed). Man, I was soooo scared.
This time It happened to my Dad. Ciku escaped from the cage ( Actually I told Dad that Ciku's cage needs repairs but Dad told me he'll see to it when he got the time) and was excited/agitated as hell for a fight with a stray cat. Bro No.2 called Dad and asking Dad to get Ciku as he's also scared of Ciku. Dad was going to get Ciku when he saw the state Ciku was in and decided that there's no way he can get Ciku, the cat was really on edge. So Dad turned around to get back into the house when suddenly, Ciku pounced from behind, bit him at his calf and wouldn't release for what seemed to be an eternity. Dad whacked Ciku (in self-defence) and finally, Ciku let go and ran into the kitchen.
Poor Dad. He had to be sent to the clinic for injection and clean the wound (I got an earful and much more from Mum because of this. Ciku being my cat and so his actions are my responsibility).
Back at home, no one dared to go to the kitchen in fear of Ciku. Quoting Dad, "Macam Hang Jebat bermaharajalela kat Istana Melaka pulak". Hehehe... Dad still have his humour intact despite being in pain. Mum forgot that Ciku was in the kitchen and went to get something, when she realized that she's in the 'dangerous' zone. Despite her pain in the leg, Mum managed to hobble quickly out of the kitchen (best time for the day!). Since no one dared to go into the kitchen, who else but the resident super-savior of the house a.k.a. Dad to get it.
Dad was rather scared that Ciku will 'attack' him again and so, he went slowly and with stealth into the kitchen. Alas, Ciku sensed his presence and stood up on the kitchen table (in normal circumstances, under Mum's rule, this act is punishable by a HUGE whack on the said creature's head/rump). Dad's heart starts to beat faster (Thump!Thump!). Ciku jumped down from the table and walks slowly and deliberately nearer and nearer to Dad. Suddenly, he jumps and dives to Dad's feet and starts to golek-golek (rolling around). Aicheh... So suspen only...
Dad put him back into the cage and the next day released Ciku from the cage. Maybe Ciku tension stay inside the cage kot.
Btw, when Dad told me 'bout this thru the phone, I can't help but almost break down in giggles. Why, I kept remembering the scene from Shrek 2 where Puss bit Shrek. Hahaha!
Thursday, July 15, 2004
CALLS, CALLS, CALLS
Had two surprise phone calls early this morning. One from my 'Khang ko-ko' and another from my buddy, Busuk*. Was feeling rather miserable last night with the medication (Yearrrk!!!) and feeling sicky in general. Feeling rather bluesy and melancholic (side-effects from drugs kot?) and was reminiscing about past relationships and life in general with my housemate, Lynn. Yeah, blueishy mood is very infectious and so I find myself remembering fond (and some not-so-fond) memories from my past relationship.
I was getting ready to go to bed when I decided to miss call some of my friends (miss call here shows that u are missing these people and actually still ingat kat depa!). Then surprise...
The first person to call me was my 'Khang ko-ko'. He just came back from work and altho' feeling tired, he still have the energy to layan this insane adik. hehehe. Yakked on the phone for 1 hr and 15 mins. He updates me on the whats-going-ons back in Sibu and I cerita (complain is more like it) about whats-happening-here in Kuching. I told him about doc's visit, how my (demonic??) pet cat terrorizes my home in Bintangor (tell you 'bout this later) and bout life in general. Managed to kutuk him habis-habisan... Heheheh.. betcha miss the kutuk session eh, Khang... =) *grin*grin*
Anyway, Khang ko-ko definitely made my day. I feel so much better after a conversation with good ol' Khang. He always managed to lift up my spirits and leave this bubbly, pleasant feelings inside. heheh
After my yakking session with Khang ko-ko ended, I was getting ready for bed *yawn* and makan ubat (yearkkk!). Just about to doze off when another buddy called. So I picked it up and whaddayaknow... Busuk complaining about his tummy ache, info me that he'll be in Kch in August, loan stuff from MARA, etc. hehehe...not forgetting the usual kutuk therapy we always have. Also somethings about some girl who seem to lose interest already in their LDR (Long Distance Relationship). Hmmm... as I remember clearly I did bump into that girl with a guy in Kch's McD last Chinese New Year. Hopefully Busuk'll get over it soon. Anyway, all the best Busuk for your research =)
* Busuk (Smelly) is the nickname this friend and I use for each other. Not that we smell 'tho (No nasty B.O.s here). It's just a term of endearment we use. Hehehe
I was getting ready to go to bed when I decided to miss call some of my friends (miss call here shows that u are missing these people and actually still ingat kat depa!). Then surprise...
The first person to call me was my 'Khang ko-ko'. He just came back from work and altho' feeling tired, he still have the energy to layan this insane adik. hehehe. Yakked on the phone for 1 hr and 15 mins. He updates me on the whats-going-ons back in Sibu and I cerita (complain is more like it) about whats-happening-here in Kuching. I told him about doc's visit, how my (demonic??) pet cat terrorizes my home in Bintangor (tell you 'bout this later) and bout life in general. Managed to kutuk him habis-habisan... Heheheh.. betcha miss the kutuk session eh, Khang... =) *grin*grin*
Anyway, Khang ko-ko definitely made my day. I feel so much better after a conversation with good ol' Khang. He always managed to lift up my spirits and leave this bubbly, pleasant feelings inside. heheh
After my yakking session with Khang ko-ko ended, I was getting ready for bed *yawn* and makan ubat (yearkkk!). Just about to doze off when another buddy called. So I picked it up and whaddayaknow... Busuk complaining about his tummy ache, info me that he'll be in Kch in August, loan stuff from MARA, etc. hehehe...not forgetting the usual kutuk therapy we always have. Also somethings about some girl who seem to lose interest already in their LDR (Long Distance Relationship). Hmmm... as I remember clearly I did bump into that girl with a guy in Kch's McD last Chinese New Year. Hopefully Busuk'll get over it soon. Anyway, all the best Busuk for your research =)
* Busuk (Smelly) is the nickname this friend and I use for each other. Not that we smell 'tho (No nasty B.O.s here). It's just a term of endearment we use. Hehehe
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
WAIT LAH, WAIT LAH, NOW SEE!!!!
I'm a real slacker when it comes to doing things like seeing the doctor, dentist, etc. I always have this thinking that " Never mind lah, see next day/week/month/year". But, after what the Doc told me today, I will make sure that next time, I'll be prompt in keeping my health in check.
I've been having blocked nose for a long time and have never given much thought to it. I was diagnosed as having sinus problems and given medication to control it. Lately, I've been having this discharge from the nasal cavities in my mouth that has a bad smell and taste. Eewww..... I wanted to see the Doctor earlier but knowing me... tau tau lah...
So today I finally decided to see the Doctor today after the discharge becomes more frequent and I can't even speak properly from my nasal congestion. The Doctor diagnosed my condition as Sinusitis ( read it here and here ) and wonders why I didn't come sooner as my condition is quite serious and my sinuses are infected.
Then the bomb that jerks me into attention...
Now that she got my attention, the Doc proceeds to prescribe lots and lots of medication (ubat lagi), and lists what is the next course of treatment for my condition... which includes combination with other types of antibiotics and nasal puncture. (Nasal puncture? Sounds like they're gonna pop a hole or something...)
Called Dad to inform my condition. Kena lecture because of my tardiness in getting treatment... :( Ok Dad, I promise that in the future I will seek immediate treatment to any health issues I have (kalau ingat, hehe).
So, I will be meeting the Doc again next week... *sigh* Insaf lah macam ni... Tak nak tangguh2 lagi lain kali. In the mean time, makan ubat lah lagi....
I've been having blocked nose for a long time and have never given much thought to it. I was diagnosed as having sinus problems and given medication to control it. Lately, I've been having this discharge from the nasal cavities in my mouth that has a bad smell and taste. Eewww..... I wanted to see the Doctor earlier but knowing me... tau tau lah...
So today I finally decided to see the Doctor today after the discharge becomes more frequent and I can't even speak properly from my nasal congestion. The Doctor diagnosed my condition as Sinusitis ( read it here and here ) and wonders why I didn't come sooner as my condition is quite serious and my sinuses are infected.
"What?! Serious arr Doc???"
yeah, yeah, as if the Doc is joking... Hmm... Doesn't look like it [smiles sheepishly]
Then the bomb that jerks me into attention...
"This is quite serious as acute sinusitis can lead to brain infection."
What?! Ohmigosh... [calculating how long have this symptom happened, realized that few weeks already] My brain... my precious brain is in danger!!! Help!!!!
Now that she got my attention, the Doc proceeds to prescribe lots and lots of medication (ubat lagi), and lists what is the next course of treatment for my condition... which includes combination with other types of antibiotics and nasal puncture. (Nasal puncture? Sounds like they're gonna pop a hole or something...)
Called Dad to inform my condition. Kena lecture because of my tardiness in getting treatment... :( Ok Dad, I promise that in the future I will seek immediate treatment to any health issues I have (kalau ingat, hehe).
So, I will be meeting the Doc again next week... *sigh* Insaf lah macam ni... Tak nak tangguh2 lagi lain kali. In the mean time, makan ubat lah lagi....
Monday, July 12, 2004
SHORT ONE
Just post a short one. Busy weekend. Sis' family dropped by.
Last sunday went swimming, yeah.... hehehe
Met with my senior, Chaiya, as well. Hmm dah abis master in Comp. Science.
Last sunday went swimming, yeah.... hehehe
Met with my senior, Chaiya, as well. Hmm dah abis master in Comp. Science.
To be continued some other time... heheh
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
LONG OVERDUE
I know this is waaay too long overdue but here it is. But most are taken during my convocation which was last august (outdated? I know, i know) but haven't scan new pics yet. What??? Digital camera??? Mana ada dollar nya??? hehehe... anyone want to sponsor me these babies???
me in my gown
family potrait
3 devils
my best friend
3 Devils (again)
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
I'M ON THE HUNT!
Just finished my first lab session as a lab demionstrator. Thankfully, I was blessed with good kids for a change. Selamat lah mood aku hari ni. The only peeve is that the LCD projector was not functioning and so, I have to use only the monitor and this means that i have to divide into 2 groups and practically repeating the same thing twice. Multiply that with 2 sessions and you'll get
2 sessions x 2 groups each session = 4 repetitions.
Argh!!!!
After this will be going to hunt for jobs. Wish me luck ppl.
2 sessions x 2 groups each session = 4 repetitions.
Argh!!!!
After this will be going to hunt for jobs. Wish me luck ppl.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
HOW TO DEAL
In case you are wondering, no, this is not a review of Mandy Moore's movie that goes by the same name. If you are looking for that movie, go here. What I want to say here is a totally different thing. Yes people, I am going to vent some steam!
I have a problem. Yes, I definitely do. I have a big problem with people who are such hypocrites that they show their perfect, good character to others (and you) while throwing mud at your back. I hate these people who smiled sweetly at you and then threw knives behind your back. Yes, I'm talking about those people with holier-than-thou attitude.
The very same people that tells you to rest and then bitch behind your back saying that you are lazy. Who announces to the world that you missed church service and smiled smugly because you missed it because they are saved and that you will burn in eternal fires of hell. The same ones who thinks that you are soooo screwed if you don't pray as loudly/hard/long/emotional as theirs. This type of people who thinks that they are much waaaayyy better than you, they can do everything much better than you.
So, here's what I want to say to this type of people,
Dear Mr/Ms. I.H.T.U (I'm Holier Than U)
I am no saint, and I know that fact.You're not a saint either, and that's another fact you must learn to accept. You tell/show others your good deeds, but do you really mean these good deeds??? I might not be a charity-giver but when I give a helping hand, I don't need a standing ovation or people gushing about how generous or good of me. I help with sincereness and out of compassion. Maybe that's a foreign concept to you, but IHTU, it's never too late to learn.
Never mind that I am different/rebel/whatever. We're supposed to be different. That's the uniqueness of being humans. Try and look past the differences and see me for the person I am. Respect. That's important.
There's so much I want to tell you IHTU, but I really think you must read it for yourself of the Lord's Commandment to us. Yes, go read the Big Book again, my friend, and open your heart this time.
Sincerely,
a friend.
I have a problem. Yes, I definitely do. I have a big problem with people who are such hypocrites that they show their perfect, good character to others (and you) while throwing mud at your back. I hate these people who smiled sweetly at you and then threw knives behind your back. Yes, I'm talking about those people with holier-than-thou attitude.
The very same people that tells you to rest and then bitch behind your back saying that you are lazy. Who announces to the world that you missed church service and smiled smugly because you missed it because they are saved and that you will burn in eternal fires of hell. The same ones who thinks that you are soooo screwed if you don't pray as loudly/hard/long/emotional as theirs. This type of people who thinks that they are much waaaayyy better than you, they can do everything much better than you.
So, here's what I want to say to this type of people,
Dear Mr/Ms. I.H.T.U (I'm Holier Than U)
I am no saint, and I know that fact.You're not a saint either, and that's another fact you must learn to accept. You tell/show others your good deeds, but do you really mean these good deeds??? I might not be a charity-giver but when I give a helping hand, I don't need a standing ovation or people gushing about how generous or good of me. I help with sincereness and out of compassion. Maybe that's a foreign concept to you, but IHTU, it's never too late to learn.
Never mind that I am different/rebel/whatever. We're supposed to be different. That's the uniqueness of being humans. Try and look past the differences and see me for the person I am. Respect. That's important.
There's so much I want to tell you IHTU, but I really think you must read it for yourself of the Lord's Commandment to us. Yes, go read the Big Book again, my friend, and open your heart this time.
Sincerely,
a friend.
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