How much are YOU hated? by bootstrapbeka
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What % of your friends hate you: 43%
Why they hate you	just BECAUSE (great answer, huh?)
What will they do to you	say "WhatEVER" very nastily and give you the hand
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just because??

haha.

the irony.

do you know what i think is a measure of love?

it is the interest a person takes in your life.

<three hours later>

i'll have to say, thank God for D and thank You God for Your grace.

You know best.

it strikes me so that time has begun to fly for me - that's how old i am.

and for my dad, it speeds by on swifter wings.

and yet, as a kid, there were times when time seemed to crawl and each hour each minute seemed a lifetime. this years that pass swift for us is slow to my little brother and it is the speed of his time that is the measure of what we are missing (not our swift days).

christmas is almost upon us and listening to the carols, the music, i am sad. parting is such sweet sorrow only if the person you are missing is a room away, at most a day away. for people half a globe away, parting is often simply, sorrow.

what can one do but wish and pray?

i'm afraid that one day I'll grow indifferent and it will stop bothering me that we aren't walking straight because I won't know which way is straight anymore and straight and narrow will just seem a far-off dream, an unreacheable ideal. it strikes me, the irony when people sing "feed the world" to the accompanying blurb about how more people die in africa than from aids or war and still we sit in our closets decorated with christmas lights and i don't understand how one can say that he doesn't see any urgency when on the other hand claims to be more in touch with the starving children in somalia enough to get angry, pretty angry at how the world is wrong and how can sitting around watching anime and drowning in fantasy be better that tidying up life maybe the idea is that neither help the starving kids i don't know....

i don't want to be indifferent.

out in the car, middle of the night, countless taxis at rest, lights dutifully on.

stopping at a traffic light - red lights - brake lights - mpv just afore, lorry to the right - red traffic lights. all red.

suddenly the lights turn green. i stare at the contrast and it strikes me - red and green - mistletoe - oh! Christmas! Christmas is on the way.... *grin*

rounding a bend - lone jogger out at 4.59am - whoa. yellow lights, yellow lighting, trees all dull and grey we look to electric lights for colour.

what a strange time the night is.

(now, back to disciplinary proceedings of errant members of the community I'll be part of if, nono, WHEN I pass the Bar.)