There are a few things in life that I must accept – whether I like it or not. There are people out there who are better than me, smarter than me, richer than me, kinder than me, happier than me and, this is the hardest part of it all, more handsome than me! I do not spend each minute of the day thinking about these things but it does occur to me every now and then and when it does........I just sigh quietly to myself, grit my teeth and go on with my life and count my blessings rather than think of Mandela (better than me), Einstein (smarter than me), Bill Gates (richer than me), Mother Theresa (kinder than me), Paul McCartney (happier than me) and Brad Pitt (more handsome than me!). If I do think of them I do think too much of their fame but I admire them for being good human beings in spite of or despite they being who they are.
Their values and passion for life is reflected in the things that they do - Respect for others, compassion for those who are less fortunate than themselves and a reverence for life. They seem oblivious to the hype around them and how they are revered my millions for what they do and who they are…what matters to them is getting on with life and seeing how they can, in their own way, contribute towards life and leave their own footprint to make the world a better place for everyone else now and when they are gone. Now why can’t I be like them?
Of course I can never be like them because while we are made in the likeness of each other and while we are all alike in that we are all unique in our own ways, what should matter to us should be living our own lives in our own way without intruding into the lives of others.
But once in a while these "beings" that I talk about appears within our peripheral visions and temporarily disturbs our peace. The lady below call Vida is one of them....in the same genre as the Flying Hippo and that sad sad brother of YB Azmin. They all have an undeserved high opinion of themselves.
Without her Idiot the Flying Hippo is just a fat ugly bitch with no redeeming graces. Without YB Azmin Ali that brother of his is simply a prancing queen without substance...and as for this Vida...without that one million ringgit of jewellery on her fingers and hands...she will be, like the Flying Hippo...a fat bitch with no redeeming graces.
For sure every society are cursed with these kind of beings ...but does it not seem to you that Malaysia is more cursed then many other countries?