On being ***

I hereby declare 1 Utama as a local forest reserve.

Why, you ask? Well, there are all kinds of ‘balak’ to be had there: cengal, meranti, jati… you name it. But like any other reserves, they are off limits to ‘illegal loggers’ like me. To get a license/permit, you need to be a lady and I have an extra branch sticking out of my body that renders me totally ineligible.

I cruised that shopping complex strung out between extreme excitement and total depression. Doc would half jokingly say that I was already qualified for antipsychotic therapy. Lucky me, I found the next best thing. A friend recommended it to me a long, long time ago. It really picked me up!

It is a VCD, a real story about the trials and tribulations of the team that won the Thai National Volleyball Championship in 1996. It is the story of the Iron Ladies!

“Tetsu onna da! Keredomo aitsu tachi ga… onna ja nai,”

My fellow humans, one does not put in an effort to be fag. One would never want to! You either are or you are not. This story reminded me to value what I am.

But, a buddy once said to me that people can change! He quoted,

“Allah tidak akan mengubah sesuatu kaum itu melainkan dengan usaha kaum itu sendiri!”

Ah, such words are easy for someone who is already what he is: a true blue guy. But as the saying implies, you must want to change in order to do so. How about if the reverse was true and I lay on him that very same line? Would he find it any easier to swallow, I wonder?

Change is a very difficult thing to do. Outside support alone will never be enough. It takes a really strong person to change successfully and most of us are not that strong emotionally. Look around us. How many 'questionable people' are still single? And how many are divorced? Why?

“Chigaimasuka? Dou suru?”
Am I wrong? So what do I do hmm..?