Live True, Love True

    It’s been 5 years since i was back there. It was an experience i would never regret having, never regret living.

Ah, miri. My dearest hometown. Your people have changed it seems, you have changed. Yet many still don’t see the difference in themselves. I met my friends, my old friends, friends i knew for a decade or more, some almost a decade. It opened my eyes.

Seeing them again .. was great. Better than great. Can’t find the word to describe that feeling.

I see a different light in their eyes now, we all talk like adults, yet deep inside, we all still know how to make each other laugh. I’m happy to know that they know where they’re going, they know where they want to be… That’s what you call friends. I’ve made friends over the years being in KL, but none will ever replace those i’ve met in miri. Never. Something i didnt notice while i was here, the importance of having long and loyal friendship.

I’ve met some great people here in KL, but i don’t know, they seem to have a different prespective in life, one i’m not sure i’m really up to par with. I mean, people here have so much politics. In their relationships, friendships, whateverships.
They blind themselves with selfish thoughts, goals and schemes. So much that sometimes they plow their friends over it. If i actually bothered to make any statistical report, it would have looked very much unbalanced.
*Times plowed over in 5 years living in KL : 12
*Average plowed over increase from year 1 to year 5 = 25%
*average times plowed a year : 2
*Highest number of times plowed over in a year : 3
*Lowest number of times plowed over in a year : 2
*Highest consecutive plows over 12 months : Once a month for 3 months.
* worse plow encountered : Betrayal to the upmost disgust, resulting in emotional breakdown and sworn vengeance. Loss of intelectual property, 3 lovely girls and loads and loads of love. lol .. pfft.

*Times plowed over in 15 years living in miri : 1
*Average times plowed over Percentage increase from year 1 to year 5 = 0.5%
*Highest number of times plowed over in a year : 1
*Lowest number of times plowed over in a year : 0
*highest consecutive plows over 12 months : 1
*worse plow encountered : punched in the tummy by a bully. (whose father later died in an aircrash) .. no joke. condolences to his family. I didnt do it, so don’t even go that far.

Anyway, if you were wondering what plowed was, well, it’s betrayed. its like someone taking a "kerbau" and stomping it over you thousands of times as if you were not even there. You see, if it was someone you didnt know, someone you’d never see again, it wouldn’t matter. You’d get hurt, but hell, you dust yourself off and stick your middle finger out and swear. But to have someone who’d do it for his/her own lovely benefit while ignoring your very existance and stomping on you just to meet their desires, i mean… you’d have to think… Why did i even trust that person.

Well, i’m lucky, lucky that whenever these things happen, i get to pick myself up. Only fools would jump off buildings when they’re hurt.*Parents in malaysia should REALLY tell their kids not to do stuff like that*. 

Anyhoo, I’m glad that my friends in miri are still my friends and they will always have a friend in me, no matter how much they change on the exterior, i know them well, and i hope to grow old still knowing them.

KUDOS to my friends in miri.
And also my girl, Mildred, who also happens to be mirian.
I LARRRVEE J00000000000000000!

Chilling out, Checking out, tuning out,
Brian.
Have a good bloody day. Cheerio!