No sacrifice, no victories. That’s from
Transformers if you didn’t know.
True. But when you look back and ask yourself. Is the sacrifice worth it? Was sacrificing the well-being of about 70 persons worth the victory of 1? OR let’s look at it from a different perspective… were they pampered and were they becoming like Proton? Hmmm… good question don’t you think? To each his own… an opinion is like an asshole, everyone has one and some really stink.
So, I guess the answer to the paragraph above is relative.
I have been called many things in my lifetime. Campur, kacukkan, panjang, anakanda, cibai-face, muka ketat and recently my self-claimed botak. I am botak so it gives me the right to my self-claim. Through the years I have heard the same comments over and over again. When I first met you I thought you were the most stuck-up and arrogant person ever. Ok… tell me something I don’t know. The question now is… Am I really?
Thankfully, over these same years I have made many friends. Many true friends indeed. Some have asked me what the secret is. And I have also been asked how I managed to keep my department together through the years. Yes, a 70-strong team excluding the extras (Banglas lah). It’s no secret… and neither can it be taught. This is what I have always responded. Some think I am selfish. I am not. I am being truthful. It cannot be taught. You either have it in you or you don’t. How can that be they ask?
You gotta have heart, miles and miles of heart. And this, my friends… is a caption from the movie
The Replacements. Go get this movie and watch it boys and girls. It stars Keanu Reeves and Gene Hackman. You’ve got to care… GENUINELY. The Malays say…
kena ikhlas. Can this be taught? You can fake it… but I tell you… when you fake it, they can smell you a mile away. And nothing is more insulting than fakers.
Our religions teach us this… Do onto others what we want others to do onto us. And NOT do onto others what we do not want others to do onto us.
How did I ever become like this? I wonder too. First of all… I am a thinker. I think a lot and in most cases, if not all… I think of others. I try putting myself in their position. Secondly as my naughty girls eloquently put it, I like to ask questions. Questions that help me ascertain the many things of an individual. What moves them? What do they think? How do they think? What are their expectations? Etc.
Anyway, it all boils down to caring...
Apa yang saya membebel ni? Gee… I don’t know. It’s my diary so I don’t give a shit. It’s just my ramblings.