Me, myself, and I.
Bryan Adams sings "Everything I do, I do it for you".
But everything I do, I do it for myself. There is no doubt about it. If I am honest enough, if I look into myself deep enough, all my behaviour, every one of my action, each of my motivation, everything boils down to me, Me, ME.
ME.
Everytime I set out to do something, I only do it for myself. When I do something to help others, it is also for my self-centered agenda. I help others out of my own convenience, I help others so that next time they will help me back, I help others so that they will like me. I do all the things that I do to gain satisfaction, recognition and reputation. For myself and only myself.
I have not done anything good for anybody. Even if I did, it was a by-product of my self-serving motives. I wish people good day so that they will wish me back. I sms-ed people to ask how they are, so that they can reply and ask me how I am. I call people up so that they will talk to me.
I go all out to help people so that they will buy me lunch... or dinner. (depending on the time of the day.)
To all the people who think that I am a nice guy, I am sorry to say that you are gravely mistaken. I am nothing more than a self-centered bastard, who does things only to please myself.
I live in the pits of my selfish nature, hiding in darkness, shunning from the Light.
God help me. (notice the “me” again)
which is kinda true. i AM a self-centered, self serving, and selfish person.
i help people, knowing that one day i will need their help too. although i don't go all out to help people so that they'll buy me meals, i don't deny that i help them so that when one day, i'm in some predicament, someone will come along and help me too.
a "by-product of my self-serving motives". definitely. haha. i guess it's just that i was never really honest enough to myself.
oh, and i didn't write that. although i know the author. it's just pretty interesting to share, i guess. in fact, i liked his writing so much i read three year's worth in one sitting.
speaking about reading, i have actually liked reading since a very young age. enid blyton, the famous five and secret seven series, the hardy boys, and nancy drew when i was pretty young. then i grew up to like roald dahl's book, and have read almost all of the books he read. the one that left the deepest impression was "Boy" and "Going Solo", both of which are sorta documentaries of his life.
and i guess i seldom shun away from a good read. but books nowadays are seemingly boring the hell out of me. i can read endlessly from blogs, articles online, soccernet. but if the subject doesn't appeal to me, no way would i read it past the 2nd page.
and as much as i like reading, i like writing as well. i guess language is a form of expressing yourself. but i think i suck at writing. there are like millions of people out there who can write better than me. i guess that is why my writing is so uninspired compared to so many others. haha.
i think i need sleep. yet another day tomorrow..





